#161
:: writing prompt # 161 :: saturday, 6th march
Write a mini-story (100 to 250 words) that begins with: "They had nothing to say to each other."
They had nothing to say to each other.
The silences were of the long and awkward variety, like a blind date between two poorly-matched people. And that made no sense, because the two people sitting at the table knew each other well, so well in fact that they had nothing to say to each other.
It was more that they used to know each other well, several months ago. Then they had lots to say to each other, almost every day. But then because of one thing or another they hadn't been talking much. A jealous girlfriend being one thing, stubbornness being another. Not that either of those things were bad, it was just the way things happened sometimes.
But anyway, now they were here and they had the opportunity to talk. You'd think that with all those months of near-silence there would be plenty to talk about. But now their relationship was in limbo. Now they no longer knew each other well enough to talk for hours about the little incidents in their lives, but there were no happenings that seemed big enough to discuss either. And that left nothing to talk about.
And so they sat. And looked around at the paintings of local artists on the wall. Talked about things that didn't matter much for a little while and then sat some more.
Because they had nothing to say to each other.
Write a mini-story (100 to 250 words) that begins with: "They had nothing to say to each other."
They had nothing to say to each other.
The silences were of the long and awkward variety, like a blind date between two poorly-matched people. And that made no sense, because the two people sitting at the table knew each other well, so well in fact that they had nothing to say to each other.
It was more that they used to know each other well, several months ago. Then they had lots to say to each other, almost every day. But then because of one thing or another they hadn't been talking much. A jealous girlfriend being one thing, stubbornness being another. Not that either of those things were bad, it was just the way things happened sometimes.
But anyway, now they were here and they had the opportunity to talk. You'd think that with all those months of near-silence there would be plenty to talk about. But now their relationship was in limbo. Now they no longer knew each other well enough to talk for hours about the little incidents in their lives, but there were no happenings that seemed big enough to discuss either. And that left nothing to talk about.
And so they sat. And looked around at the paintings of local artists on the wall. Talked about things that didn't matter much for a little while and then sat some more.
Because they had nothing to say to each other.
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