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?
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!