PROMPTuesday #55: Back to Basics, The PMS Edition

I think I’m re-using PROMPTuesday titles. And I suppose I could check, but I’d much rather put my energy into posting this kick-ass prompt sure to blow your shirt up (a mentalist device otherwise known as “trying to convince oneself”).


Here it is, my pretty, pretty foxes (stands next to the curtain ready to lift, but what’s this? the prompt’s resplendent kick assedness has temporarily blinded me!) (another mentalist trick otherwise known as “if I say it enough, maybe you’ll believe it”).


Oh fine. I racked my brain to come up with some starter phrases for today’s prompt, and all I could unearth was the most unresplendent, unkickass, unshirt-blowingnest sentences ever in the history of PROMPTuesday and all that is good in the world.


So here. Please finish the story begun with the below (I’ll do it if you do):


“What are you doing here?” I hadn’t thought to knock.


Aaron raised his head from the table. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “We need to talk.”



Sure, let’s do rules this week. I like to pull these out wily nily, neither enforcing nor policing them ever, to keep you on your twinkle toes.



  • Try to write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kick in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
  • Aim for 250 words or less.
  • Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.
  • Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.


First time to PROMPTuesday? Welcome! Read a bit about this weekly writing exercise here.

Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.


15 thoughts on “PROMPTuesday #55: Back to Basics, The PMS Edition”

  1. thanks for stopping by my blog. I’m going to put the no frizz product to the test- so stay tuned. I am eagerly anticipating my new frizz-free ‘do :D
    Nice blog!

  2. You Inspired me! Yes you did. But I delayed the post til tomorrow night (tuesday night, maybe that’s tonight b/c it’s after midnight here. Having troubles with my days and nights lately….)

  3. [The IT dept. blocked blogger. Here’s my entry.]
    “What are you doing here?” I hadn’t thought to knock.
    Aaron raised his head from the table. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “We need to talk.”
    “You’ll be late for work,” I said, glancing at the clock. “You’re already late for work.”
    “I’m not going in today,” he said. “I’m not going in ever again.”
    “Oh. Does your father know?” I stood just inside the door with my coat still buttoned and my purse still on my shoulder. “Did you get fired?”
    “No. Listen.” He stood and finally raised his face. I could see he’d been crying. “I have to go away for a while, Lucy.”
    “Why? Where?” I stammered.
    “I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know when I get there. I just…I just wanted you to know so you don’t worry. I wanted you to know that whatever you hear, whatever they say, it’s not true. I didn’t do it.”
    “Didn’t do what? Aaron, what are you talking about?”
    “Lucy, of all the housekeepers we’ve had growing up, you are the only one who even remotely cared about me. I want you to know that I appreciate that.” He threw his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. “I love you, Lucy.”
    “Aaron, what are you talking about? Come, sit. We’ll talk.”
    “Goodbye, Lucy. I’ll call you to let you know I’m okay.” He grabbed his backpack from the kitchen counter and ran out the back door. In the distance, I could hear a siren wailing.

  4. I love you alls PROMPTuesdays, but the thing is, I get sucked into the stories and then they end. What the hell? Is it my word limit? Cuz I’ll change that.

    This stuff is too good.

  5. Now this is totally cool! I’m way late I’m afraid so I can’t get it in before midnite but totally count me in for next Tuesday!

    Woohoo…this is great! ;o)

  6. For some reason this one doesn’t work for me – I can’t do it. I started the day trying to do it and couldn’t get anything, and spent the rest of the day thinking about it, but nothing. If I wake up in the morning and something came to me in a dream,I’ll write it – otherwise I’lll read everyone else’s anc catch you next week.

  7. Deb, I regularly exceed your word limit. In fact, I regularly chuck the rules entirely. Some of these are just meant to end where they end. (You know what I think we should do with these.)

  8. I too flouted the rules on this one. Here goes:

    “What are you doing here?” I hadn’t thought to knock.

    Aaron raised his head from the table. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “We need to talk.”

    “Why aren’t you in Boston?” This I asked as I led Wrigley, slobbering and panting back into Aaron’s apartment and hung his leash up on the hook by the door.

    “I didn’t go to Boston. I went to Schenectady.”

    “To see your folks?” I hoped.

    “No. To see Jenny.”

    Jenny. The ex-girlfriend. The high school sweetheart. Damn. That’s the trouble with these younger guys. The boys new to the lifestyle who don’t discover they’re gay until their twenties. Old habits die hard. By now I should know better than to fall for straight boys. I’ll be looking at the other side of 40 in a few weeks. You think I’d have learned by now.

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