I sat up quickly in bed, actually gasping out loud. My slumber had been abruptly disturbed by a thought: There aren’t any on the list.
One of Jepeto’s eyes barely opened and he mumbled something unintelligible.
He repeated, “Dja ha ba djreem?” and reached out a hand to rub my back comfortingly. He missed and ended up rubbing the air by my shoulder for a whole of two seconds.
“No, I didn’t have a bad dream. I just thought of something so awful, it startled me awake.”
“You’k?” he asked and then yawned loudly.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I suppose.”
“What was it?”
“The thought? Oh, you know, just stuff.”
This peaked his interest. “C’mon, don’t make me guess. Or give me a hint, at least.”
I sighed. “It’s just the challenge. Of course. What else would it be?”
Now he was impatient. “What is it this time? Writer’s block again? Or have you run out of people to kill?”
“Very funny. Neither of those. I just suddenly realized that there is something incredibly important missing from the list of prompts. Something vitally important.”
He grinned at me. “I don’t need a hint this time. And I don’t know what you’re getting all freaked out about. You know you’ll figure out a way to work it in.”
“You know, you’re absolutely right.”
And then I took a picture of my shoes.
Welcome to Day 7 of the Second Third Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing. Today’s prompt was Hint, Hint and it was brought to you by Diana’s very funny, very smart husband, KZ. Please click on the links below to visit the other people participating in this challenge. Or just keep staring at my shoes. That’s what I’m going to do.