Saturday, August 20, 2016

Daily Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Have fun and write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The lemon meringue was not the best I had eaten.

Mr. Goddard's Menagerie by C. L. Hernandez
Available at Amazon
Although she is infected with the werewolf virus, Zuri tries to live a normal life until she meets a strange old man named Goddard on a dusty desert highway. He lures her into his house where she is held captive, along with a few others who are not quite human. Goddard promises her a better life and tries to transform her from a scruffy country werewolf into an elegant young lady. Zuri must either find a way to ecape captivity or give up her freedom to become a cherished and pampered pet in Mr. Goddard's Menagerie.
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  1. The lemon meringue was not the best I had eaten, but I didn't expect it to be, and it wasn't about the pie, after all. It was about getting out for a breath of fresh air and letting the boss cool down. Oh, I'd said something or done something; I'm not even sure what this time. This was bound to make it worse. He didn't like us popping out without permission, but he was mad already anyway, so I figured, what could it hurt?

    I must have smacked my lips as I polished off the last of the pie, because the waitress behind the counter smiled and came over to refresh my coffee. The coffee was good, too. Again, not the best, but not bad at all.

    "You like it?" She asked through a cocky grin, "I made it myself, you know. And tips are always welcome."

    My pockets were empty, but I think she knew that already. Her eyes suddenly misted over, and the smile faded.

    "How bad?" I asked her.

    "Bad," she admitted through a sigh, "It's gone from my lungs to my liver. But not to worry, Hon. I ain't going anywhere so soon that I can't keep your cup full."

    We chatted a bit longer as I kept drinking, and she kept pouring coffee. Well, really, she chatted and I listened. I knew it all anyway, but she wanted someone to talk to, and I was there.

    At last, I stood up and rummaged through my pockets, but she stopped me.

    "On the house, Hon," she said, "You're a good listener, and I appreciate it."

    I reached out and took her hand, and held it for a moment or two. Then I turned to go, but I stopped just short of the doorway and tossed back a flippant, "See you around."

    "Doubt it," she said, but she was wrong.

    I stepped outside, took off my overcoat, and let my wings spread out wide. As I lifted back up to the sky, I spared one last thought for the waitress, and smiled when I saw her still going strong so many years in the further.

    1. Awe. What a sweet ending. Thanks for the smile.