START.
Don’t shoot the messenger.
Messenger bag. Deborah
“Messenger”. Messenger. I have no idea what to write about this
word. But the clock is ticking, and I
have to write whatever pops into my head about this word. Messenger bag. I keep coming back to that. So let’s go with it.
I took piano lessons for ten years growing up. One year for my birthday, I got a little
messenger bag for my piano books. It had
a black and white keyboard on the front and zipped all around three
corners. On the very front in little
gold letters it said “Kelli Marie”.
Eventually after a few years, the little gold letters started peeling off. But they hung on for dear life. I loved carrying around my little “brief
case” of music. I felt very
professional…me and my bag full of Beatles sheet music. Or Elvis.
Or whatever my fancy was at the time.
When I was younger I wanted to be a lawyer. I could picture myself in a smart pantsuit
carrying around a brief case. Then I saw
Jurassic Park, and all that changed.
There was one scene where a lawyer was running from a large scary
looking dinosaur and ended up in a porter potty screaming. The dino got him. And with the death of that poor lawyer my
childhood dream of legal stardom died with him.
Porter potty…is that how you say it?
STOP.
Five Minute Friday is a weekly writing prompt from Lisa Jo Baker in which she gives you a word, you set a timer for 5 minutes and write whatever pops into your head. Fun times!
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