Here are your prompts for today from
:Write about a favorite mug
the furnace of friendship
“Think it’ll hurt?”
The kind of character who doesn’t like to talk
I hate it when she looks at me like that. I like my quiet spot near the books. Goodness knows I was there for her when she was writing that dissertation all hours of the night. I can't begin to say how much coffee she poured into me--and then reheated in the microwave hour after hour. I thought maybe when she finished her final requirements I might join the morning crew of cups. But no, she keeps me around for her late night sessions when she's working on something because she got struck by a muse or someone posted a flash fiction prompt. Does she not understand that not every cup is a night owl like she is?
Haha! Poor grouchy mugsy would get a grip - if he could , but someone (ahem) dropped him?