Thanks @poetrybyjeremy for leading me to this fun challenge. The rules for this 15 minute 3 prompt #weekendfreewrite is here in this post!
So here is my flawed morning writing workout (a decaffeinated one too), prompts in bold.
My mother was doing that thing she did. That thing with the rag in the sink.
She says it is to catch hairs so that they don’t clog the sink, works like a coffee filter. And it does do what my mother advertises. Problem is, that rag is there since the age of VHS, remember those? Weekends spent in Blockbuster, going through enough plastic oily VHS boxes with enough bacteria to contaminate 5000 buffets.
That’s why I don’t use the sink in the areas of my home where she has command. I use the sink in the backyard.
The plane was two hours late.
When I finally landed at the airport, it was way into the night. And it was snowing heavily, and I didn’t have a winter coat on me. So I just want to rush home and cozy up at the fireplace with a thick blanket and chill. Right now I’m chill, but it’s a really unhealthy kind of chill.
My UBER was 2 minutes early though. So I got on feeling blessed. Only thing is, I let my guard down and placed my hand on that damn shared car seat, naked without protection. And there is all these slimy feelings that won’t go away.
I got home fast, but I need to wash my hand faster, and fuck my mother that I need to go out into the cold so that I can wash my hands and disinfect.
The way he writes with both his left and right hand, is not a problem with my dad if he is not doing it as a party trick and making me blush, or when I am in a tight situation like right now.
I’m already shivering from the cold like my lonely sister’s loud vibrator, and I really don’t want to go out to the backyard to wash my hands, nor use the sinks in the house with VHS-era rags. So I asked my dad to hand me a disinfectant hand wipe.
“I’m writing and I cannot stop. If I stop, the idea escapes me and I have failed!”
“Failed what?”
“I’m doing this 15 minute #freewrite challenge. Just shut up and hold on for 10 more minutes.”
Okay, and I just have to let the slimy bacteria eat into my skin for 10 minutes.
“If I get the flu, dad, it’s on you”
“I can’t hear you, I’m focused on writing”
I love my parents.