Last week got away from me,
so I’ve included all eight prompts in this one!
Prompts for 6 March 2026
Write about an escape
precarious support
“you have to put it back”
A character with a twin
Prompts for 13 March 2026
Write about a good day
congratulatory sympathy
“what if I don’t?”
A character who is naïve
“You have to put it back!”
“What if I don’t?”
“Mom SAID!”
“Fine. Happy now?”
Mona poured her first cup of coffee while the girls bickered in their shared room. She had thought the hardest part of having twins would be the early years of sleepless nights, mountains of diapers, and an endless cycle of bottle washing. Now they were seven. More independent to be sure, but the constant fighting wore on her nerves, especially before that first cup of caffeinated sunshine. She looked at her reflection in the microwave window and toasted herself with a note of congratulatory sympathy.
“Well, you made it through the first seven years. Congratulations. Now to survive the next eleven.” She inhaled the steam from her brew and took the first tentative sip. Hot coffee was good. Scalding, not so much.
Danny rushed into the kitchen, tie flung over his neck, and stopped long enough to pour his own cup and kiss Mona.
“I have early meetings, but I’m off at three,” he whispered into her hair. “Then I’ll officiate the fights while you escape to the library for some peace.”
“That will make for a good day,” Mona replied. “I’ll look forward to that. Dinner ideas?”
Danny picked up his keys. “I’m thinking pizza.”
As he left, he winked at Mona. They may have the most argumentative kids on the planet, but as long as they had each other, they’d manage. First, though, she had to get them to the bus.
“Girls!” she called down the hall. “Stop bickering and get dressed. You’ve got enough time for peanut butter toast if you get a move on!”
The response was the thundering of two elephants in the shape of twin girls. Lurching toward the toaster, they elbowed each other to be first. Mona just moved out of the way and watched for the bus while they made their breakfasts and snatched up their backpacks. They charged out the door, shouting in tandem,
“Bye, Mom!”
“Love you!”
“Love you both! Have a good day. Be nice to each other.” Mona waved at the bus driver through the door as the girls boarded. Once the bus chugged down the street, she leaned against the porch rail, conscious of its precarious support and finished her coffee, smiling.
Thanks Scoot for the prompts every week!
