I am attempting to write at least 500 words a day. I call it the Felt.Buzz Five Hundred (or #feltbuzz500. I write a five-minute freewrite and then add more words to get to the magic number…
The prompt is
https://steempeak.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-789-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-vegetables
"Eat up your vegetables, Danny."
Danny screwed up his face and pushed his plate away.
"I don't like vegetables," he said. "They taste like puke."
Danny's mother tutted and stopped clattering the dishes in the sink for a moment.
"They are good for you, Danny. You wanna grow up big and strong?" She didn't wait for Danny to reply. "You gotta eat your vegetables. Besides, if you don't eat them up you don't get no dessert. And if you don't get it, it means I have to eat it. And I'm on a diet. Do you want to be responsible for me breaking my diet, Danny?"
Danny shrugged. He didn't give a monkeys about his mothers diet.
He did want dessert though.
"Is it ice cream?" he asked. His mother turned from the sink, her hands covered in bubbles.
"It sure is, Danny. Now, eat your vegetables."
Danny stuck his fork in a carrot and popped it in his mouth. He actually didn't mind eating vegetables. They really didn't taste like puke. But he liked the interaction with his mother.
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He delibrately left three peas and half a carrot, just so there would be something to argue about but his mother either didn’t notice or didn’t care because she picked up his plate and dumped it straight into the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she always seemed to be wearing these days - the one Dad bought her, last Christmas, that read Top Chef - and took the tub of ice cream out of the freezer. She gave him two scoops and without asking got the sprinkles from the cupboard. Danny loved sprinkles and he was pleased to see her give the tub two shakes.
“I’m going out tonight, Danny,” his mother said, as he popped the first spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, letting it melt slowly on his tongue. “Linda will be looking after you. You like LInda, don’t you?”
Danny nodded. He did like Linda. She was pretty and kind too. Not like Mrs Shepherd, who used to look after him when Dad was in hospital. Mrs Shepherd had a face like a bulldog that had been hit by a truck. And she smelled of cabbage too. Linda smelled of candy.
“You need to be good for Linda. No screens after seven, and no reading under the covers.”
Danny nodded.
“I won’t be late.’
Danny nodded again. His mother went out once or twice a week in the evenings. A support group, because Dad died. Danny had counselling at school for a while. He missed his Dad, but he didn’t miss the visits to the hospital. Watching his Dad take a shuddering breath like it was the last one he was going to take.
He missed the times before Dad got sick. When he would come home from work and pick Danny up and give him such a hard hug that he thought he was going to burst. He missed playing football in the park.
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(Today I wrote… exactly 500 words!)
As usual I wrote the freewrite in five minutes using themostdangerouswritingapp.com and then copied and pasted it into a googledoc, tied it up a bit and then wrote more words!
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