This was a very busy week for me. I cleaned up the porch, garage, and the yard, and washed the windows. I played basketball in the driveway and jumped rope like a schoolgirl. I rode my bike over a hundred miles, went out for a run and a few walks. In other words, I did what any other sun starved Western New Yorker would do when finally seeing that wondrous nearly spherical ball of hot plasma after five months of cold and dreary winter: I slacked off.
At night, I did some research for a novel I’m writing with my new friend PD, but, let’s face it, for the most part it was a week of being lazy. I didn’t even bother checking Chuck Wendig’s weekly flash fiction challenge.
Since the deadline for this week’s challenge is about thirteen hours away, I fully expected to fail completing it. Guess what? I was wrong. I don’t know how Chuck knew I needed a break this week, but this is what he came up with:
Do not write a story.
Nope. Mm-mm, don’t do it.
Write only an opening sentence.
Not two sentences. Not three. One. Good. Sentence.
Yes! I can easily do that. As a matter of fact, it’s already done. Here’s my completed challenge:
They say that to err is human and to forgive is divine, but I think they got the second half of that saying all wrong.
Thank you, Chuck. I knew there was a good reason I loved you. Now I can go to sleep feeling all accomplished and such.
P.S. PD is not allowed to make any comments on this post! None! Unless it is to compliment me on the brilliant opening sentence I came up with. Then let the comments roll.