Saturdays come around so soon these days. Having a JOB has cut into all of my time, but I am determined to make time for Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus, my favorite meme. Each Saturday, Schoolmistress Jenny gives us a prompt around which to write a 100 word story - I have even seen poems - not counting the words in the prompt. The trick is to keep the prompt intact and keep your piece to 100 words. You will find the Saturday Centus button on my side bar, so click on it and become part of this wonderful writing exercise. That’s why we’re all here. Right? We are writers who want to be better writers.
This week’s prompt is:
I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...
Here is my post for this week. You will see the prompt in bold letters.
It was after midnight, and my five year old head was spinning. Would he come? Did Santa exist? I thought so, but my brother, Henry, said Santa was made up just to trick little kids.
I heard a sound downstairs and slid out of my bed, cracked my door and squeezed through it into the hall.
“Hang it all, Gladys! I’ll never get this bike put together! Why don’t they write instructions in a language that’s understandable?”
“Shhh, Hank, you’ll wake the kids and Sally won’t believe in Santa.”
I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...
so I tiptoed into my room and cried my eyes out.
This post is linked to Saturday Centus.
5 years ago
