As you may know, Keith Channing has taken the month of November to craft another Na-No-Wri-Mo 50,000 word novel. So again today I am promptless. GP Cox came up with a solution. He more or less said, “Why don’t you point a finger at a spot in a book and use that as a prompt.” He recalled a prompt on a Steam of Conscious Saturday where Linda Hill proscribed just that prompt method.
So thank you, GP Cox. Here it goes. I am opening Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez to page 135. Today’s prompt is the sentence, “She was furious for three reasons:” Here goes nothing.
Furious By John W. Howell © 2018
“I see you stomping your foot. What’s the matter?”
“You wouldn’t understand. It is one of those shopping things from which you seem to be immune.”
“Come on. I know it wasn’t me who made you angry, so let me help.”
“Do you know anything about dresses?”
“Um. I know when you look good in them.”
“Typical comment from the totally oblivious.”
“Okay you are mad, I get that. I guess I’ll just leave you to your mood.”
“Wait. I’m sorry. You are right. You didn’t have anything to do with the situation so I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
“Tell me what happened. Maybe it will make you feel better.”
“You should know that I’m furious for three reasons.”
“That is a beginning. What is reason one?”
“I ordered a new dress for the holiday party online for pickup.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“That is not a reason. I was giving you context. Here is reason one. I drove to the store and had to wait forty-five minutes until they found the dress.”
“That seems like a long time.”
“Duh. It was supposed to be in pick up.”
“Reason two.”
“I ordered a petite size, and the dress they gave me was a medium.”
“Uh oh. I’ve been in that bear trap myself.”
“Yeah until I banished you from clothes shopping.”
“How about reason three?”
“There were no petite sizes in the dress I wanted. It was on sale and a bargain.”
“When you ordered it did they say the size was in stock.”
“Of course they did, or I wouldn’t have been able to order it.”
“Did you speak to a manager?”
“I did.”
“What happened?”
“I got a refund.”
“Well, it all turned out then.”
“Except I lost out on a bargain, I wasted gas on the round trip, and I had to spend more money on another dress.”
“More money? How much more?”
“Two hundred dollars.”
“Well, do you like the dress?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well seems like all is well that ends well.”
The other dress went with my shoes. I had to get new to go with this dress.”
“Shoes?”
“One Seventy-five.”
“Let’s sue.”


































