Writing Prompt Excercise — 100 Words

We fought all the time. Stupid things, you know? The kind that are only important when you’re a teenager. Do the dishes, clean your room, come home before eleven. The way I reacted, you’d think they’d asked me to climb a mountain or something.

Told them no, fuck off, go to hell. Told them they were horrible parents. Never told them I was sorry, never took it back, said I didn’t mean it. Never said I love you enough.

Like one of those stories on the internet, lost the chance. Drunk driver, icy road. Just like that, no more opportunities.

Prompt from A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves



by | Mar 25, 2007

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