– 17 August 2014 –
This week’s prompt comes from someone standing and standing and standing in front of the coffee urn in the Women’s Center at the Sewanee Writers’ Conference. Perhaps because of a still-uncaffeinated state, the little clutch of us awaiting access went unnoticed?
At any rate, this is what she said, more or less:
The town was a gas station, a WalMart, and a bunch of dialysis places. That’s all there was.
And there is your prompt, gentle writers. That, or the situation that led up to the overheard remark…