(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Weary
Yellowish-green to brownish-speckled…seemingly overnight.
The bananas on the counter…next to the toaster…overlooked until the telltale sweet smell demands attention…look tired.
But the weary bananas have the sweetest taste.
The weary bananas are ready to be baked into bread.
I know I should turn them into batter and load the batter into the oven.
But – honestly – I am also weary.
So, we’ll see.