In an effort to practice writing for writing’s sake, I am trying something a little new. The Daily Post has issued an intriguing challenge that I must accept. We shall see where it takes me.
My stomach rumbles but there are twenty-one minutes left.
Emails, EMS, papers, and proposals, neck pain, naughtiness,
Is it time to go yet?
A bag of potatoes in Nunavut costs more than ten.
The microwave siren is the grater blaring in the darkness.
These scholars, they should be fun.
There is too much illness for such a wee little worker group.
Post-its are accessories, in all decor I prefer purple.
I can taste mushroom soup.