Well, had people presenting teaching exercises in my Creative Writing Studies class tonight. I had to present, but I won’t go into that. But got to do some different style writing prompt excercises, and well, I’m not going to further develop any of them, but I will share one, and just call it flash fiction and leave it at that. So, original content, whaaaat, earlier than promised.
“T.G.I. Not Butter,” he said.
“I said T.G.I. Not Butter.”
She, Emily, shuddered at the slurring of his, Mike’s, words. What was he on about now.
“It’s like, Thank God It’s Not Butter, you know, T.G.I.F. and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter. I’m so going to sell it, I’m a sexy entrepeneur. ”
“You’re something alright.” She could see his face fall into a flat joyless aspect, but she knew this kind of thing shouldn’t be encouraged. So, she winked, then turned back to pinning butterflies to a velvet mounting surface. She felt his sigh resonate against the stucco walls as he shuffled out of the room.