Day 68 Ruminating And Writing

Burglar

That was what he had amounted to, stealing from the grannies of the street. Yet, another lady had stocked their life’s savings into their sock drawer, and he had a belly full of meat tonight. He sighed as he took the money, not wanting to think what it meant for the inhabitant. It would be easier if he could remind himself that they were better off than him, but no one in the country was. Everyone was suffering, the money was tight, and the war on the poor was making everyone feel agitated. But he would have his belly full of meat. That was all that mattered in survival. But it wasn’t the truth, the entire one at least. He wished that he had died in the war. The other one, where his country went pillaging around the world, which ultimately bankrupted the country as other places grew tired of their escapades.

He sighed and slipped out from the open window.

Wish

She yanked the four-leafed clover out of the ground and swirled it between her fingers as she sat down on the grass. She knew her summer would be saved. This meant that despite Grandma dying, she would have a good one. She only had to wish for something that she needed to come true. The only thing she wanted was for Grandma to be there. She had been good to her. She had listened. Her parents never did. They were all too busy with things and stuff and lists and chores and cars and houses and phones and phones and phones.

She knew what she wanted. She wanted a kitten that would be her best friend forever and ever. That was what she wanted. She closed her eyes and wished so hard that it hurt her head. When she cracked her eyes open, a tiny kitten stood in front of her. At least there was magic, even when there had to be death.

“I will call you Sir A Lot!” she laughed and scooped the kitten onto her lap.

Troll

This prompt was about friends stopping a drunk person from messing with the FBI. I don’t have the patience, interest, or time to write it, so I skip this one. But now, as I write this, I think there could have been a magical, urban fantasy, or maybe an alien and sci-fi comedy kind of theme that could have salvaged the prompt, but the time element.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I had an early morning today, and I need to be at work really early today. So I don’t have time to write.

Thank you for reading! I hope you have time to be and mull over things! Have a lovely day ❤