Writing Warmup for April 4
First Date Woes
The porch light was flickering.
Ditto my hopes for a vibrant social life.
Still, I knocked. Three times.
Silence. Should I have added a fourth? Or would that have been pushy? Or seem too desperate?
Should I have brought my therapist with me?
I did a full-body flinch and spun around. “Geezus!”
“I’m sorry. Did I alarm you?”
“Alarm me?! How about scare the–”
He issued a cold, blank stare.
I rolled my shoulders to release the tension. “Do you always teleport on a first date?”
To be continued…
I created a two-minute tour of Joanna Penn’s impressive work. [Again, no ulterior or profit motives. Just wanting to share online wealth with my site’s visitors.] Here it is…
I gripped the microphone and looked at the producer who whirled one hand around the other.
“A hamster wheel?” I thought.
My armpits were spritzing.
Oh-yeahhh! A referee’s signal for traveling.
My thought process? Glacial.
The pounding on the window was one hint.
The scrawled message of Keep it moving!!!!!! on the back of the pizza menu was another.
Geez, though, did he really need six exclamation points?
“So,” I said into the mic. “How ’bout those Yankees!?”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all those wisenheimers spew about character being what you do when no one was looking, but this was different.
It was just a book, a silly book. And it wasn’t even written in English. So who really would miss it?
I only needed to make it to the end of the block, trade it for cash, and I’d be on my way.