Waiting and Wondering

Today’s prompt: He was older than she’d thought he would be.

        Krista glanced at her phone. 2:36. She’d been waiting almost an hour. The secretary behind the window chatted on the phone. Leave it to Beaver in black and white played on the television.

        Krista crossed her leg. Swung it back and forth. Uncrossed it and crossed the other leg.

        She was about to leave when the doctor opened the door. He was older than she’d thought he would be. Grandfatherly, in fact.

        “Sorry to keep you waiting.” His glasses perched low on his nose.  “Come in.”

        She needed the meds. Badly. Already her hands were shaking. Will he believe me?

What did the others write?

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Take That Call!

        Today’s prompt: He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room.

        The president sat at the long, mahogany table, surrounded by his cabinet members. The mood in the room was tense. No one spoke.

        “What procedure should we follow?” the president asked. “Putin needs an answer.”

        The Secretary of State cleared his throat. “Shall I fly to Moscow tonight?”

        “Not yet.”

        The Darth Vader theme played, ominous in the silence.

        The president loosened his tie. “I better take this.” He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room.

        “Putin’s got ears in here,” the Secretary of Defense whispered. “The room’s bugged.”

        He pulled his finger and farted.

Now let’s see what the other’s wrote:

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Why Is He Late?

The prompt: With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times.

                “Hello, I’m Sarah Wells, and I’m an alcoholic.” She looked at the men and women in the room—retired grandfathers, working mothers, even college students. All addicted to alcohol.

        “I haven’t had a drink in three months,” she said, “ever since I met Rob.”

        She smiled, remembering how they’d met at an AA meeting. They both shared common interests and common problems. With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times.

        “Rob isn’t here tonight, and I’m worried. If he starts drinking again, I hope I can stay sober.”

         Sarah heard the door open and turned around.

        Rob smiled. “Hi, sweetie.”

Let’s see what Jenna wrote:

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Hold Your Horses!

Today’s prompt: It started with a chance meeting on a film set.

Sounds romantic, doesn’t it?

        It started with a chance meeting on a film set. Cassie was the costume designer. Dan was the horse wrangler. The stars of the movie were Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, but the real drama happened offstage. Angelina’s pants split when she mounted her horse, and Brad laughed. Big mistake. His horse reared, spilling Brad in a pile of dung.

        The director swore and the cameras stopped. Filming couldn’t resume until Cassie and Dan came to the rescue. That was almost ten years ago. Brad and Angelina are now married with six children. Cassie and Dan have four. 

Let’s see what the other’s wrote:

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