I don’t know why I need to seek out writing prompts when all I have to do is stare at a blank screen for a few minutes before I am presented with a story. It almost never fails. Today I was racking my brain about what I could possibly enlighten my readers with and my sweet little girl appeared before me and said, “Rory peed on my bed.”
For all of you that have been following my blog for awhile or know Rory personally, let me stop you before you think “Oh, poor Rory had an accident.” I knew with 100% certainty that this was a malicious attack. In fact, it couldn’t have been more calculated unless he painted a billboard and put it up on the freeway.
If you’re curious how I know that it was intentional, his jeans were off and he was jumping around his pee spot and laughing, in his underwear, when I found him.
HA! I would use the “w” in nerve-wracking, but I think no “w” seems more appropriate in “racking my brain”. For some reason I thought you would find an interest in that link!