Write Now Prompt for November 8, 2013

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At Today’s Author, our first goal is to get you (and us) to write. Write Now is our own collection of prompts to help you do that. With Write Now we’re not talking about writing, or trying to teach anyone how to write. Write Now is all about putting pen to paper.

Today’s Prompt:

The last verse of the song came to him while pumping gas.

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One thought on “Write Now Prompt for November 8, 2013

  1. The last verse of the song came to him while pumping gas. After the stupid argument they’d had, him insisting that WAS NOT the way it went, and her saying he never trusted her. And him saying, it has nothing to do with trust. It came down to facts. Right or wrong. There was the right lyric, and the wrong lyric. How the hell did trust come into it?

    Intelligence, then, he never thought she could possibly be smart enough to know the answer to anything. Oh, my god, really? Just because she wasn’t right about this, didn’t mean he was saying she was stupid. Lots of smart people didn’t know song lyrics.

    But you do think I’m stupid.

    I don’t.

    When was the last time you took my word for anything? Without checking it with a higher authority, or looking it up? And when you find out I’m right, you never give me any credit. When I’m right, you drop it, but when I’m wrong you rub it in.

    I’m not rubbing it in now.

    You know what? I’m tired. You should go.

    So here he was, out in the cold, pumping gas. And the last verse of the song ran clearly through his head.

    Oh, well, he couldn’t be right all the time.

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