In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
Oh, good, we got rid of the banana, he thought as he walked into the dingy kitchen. Arthur leaned against the aging countertop as his coffee slowly brewed in the equally ancient coffee pot. Everything in the office was ancient, if he was being truthful. But as a start-up, it was what they could afford. He heard the cacophony of construction outside and sighed. No wonder this place was a steal, he thought, no one wanted to be in the midst of constant construction.
The door to the office creaked open as the scent of lavender floated through. Arthur cracked a smiled. “Good morning Ariadne,” he said out loud. “I have the coffee going if you’d like a cup.”
“Thanks, Arthur,” she said as she set her bags down. “Anyone else here yet?” She asked as she gratefully took the cup from Arthur.
He shook his head.
Hmm, I had more.