I wasn’t sure about answering Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt this week. Since moving, time seems always in short supply and the wordcount is high. Moreover, though I rake through my mind, nothing crops up… unlike the weeds in my new garden. I wonder, would Sammi notice my lack of participation? And if she notices, will she forgive me?
I glance out the window at what’s best described as a jungle. I know what’s needed there. Saplings lopped, roots spaded out, weeds teased free: hard work.
But this prompt? Maybe a coffee will tempt Lady Inspiration, the basic requisite.
98 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Requisite