Writing Exercise 2
Feb. 6th, 2007 05:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
athersgeoPrompt: Coffee, toast and three paracetamol...
Coffee, toast and three paracetamol weren't exactly a recommended breakfast, but they were about the only thing I could stomach that morning. What on earth had I been doing the night before?
I had the vaguest memory that there had been some dancing on the table tops involved, but beyond that, I had no clue. Nor did I know quite how I'd come to arrive home. At least I'd woken up alone!
I swallowed the paracetamol and choked the toast and coffee down and then set about getting dressed, but that's always difficult to do when the world is inclined to spin around you. In the end, I gave it up as a bad job and went back to bed.
Just as I was drifting back to sleep, it suddenly hit me: I knew exactly what I'd done the night before.
I staggered from my bed once more and ran, as best I could, for the phone. I hit redial and then sat on hold for several minutes, waiting for the call to connect to a real human being.
"Hello?" I said, when I finally reached that particular holy grail. "I'd like to cancel an order please."
The phone operative took my details and then checked her system. "I'm afraid your order's already been dispatched," she said. "It was marked as a rush delivery."
I put the phone down again and groaned loudly. Why had I thought a hundred flavoured condoms were the perfect gift for Mother's Day?
Coffee, toast and three paracetamol weren't exactly a recommended breakfast, but they were about the only thing I could stomach that morning. What on earth had I been doing the night before?
I had the vaguest memory that there had been some dancing on the table tops involved, but beyond that, I had no clue. Nor did I know quite how I'd come to arrive home. At least I'd woken up alone!
I swallowed the paracetamol and choked the toast and coffee down and then set about getting dressed, but that's always difficult to do when the world is inclined to spin around you. In the end, I gave it up as a bad job and went back to bed.
Just as I was drifting back to sleep, it suddenly hit me: I knew exactly what I'd done the night before.
I staggered from my bed once more and ran, as best I could, for the phone. I hit redial and then sat on hold for several minutes, waiting for the call to connect to a real human being.
"Hello?" I said, when I finally reached that particular holy grail. "I'd like to cancel an order please."
The phone operative took my details and then checked her system. "I'm afraid your order's already been dispatched," she said. "It was marked as a rush delivery."
I put the phone down again and groaned loudly. Why had I thought a hundred flavoured condoms were the perfect gift for Mother's Day?
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Date: 2007-02-06 06:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
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