Friday February 15th, 2013

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: destiny.

Met up for coffee this morning with a friend we hadn't seen in quite some time. Really enjoyed it, and she seemed rather taken with Max.

Because of course she was.


"You can do it, son!"

"But I don't -"

"Believe in yourself, like I believe in you, and there can be no stopping you!"

"Dad, I really don't think it's my destiny to finish my Chemistry homework..."


Greg said...

It's always destiny to finish chemistry homework. Everyone knows that!
Sounds like a good coffee date to me, and I'm sure everyone is taken with Max when they see him. He's certainly looked cute enough in the pictures you've shared of him.

"NY diets?" Sarah looked at her sister in puzzlement.
"Yes," said Naomi, "guaranteed to make you lose weight, because it's destiny all mixed up."
"Does it really work like that?" asked Sarah, her eyes lighting up and her hand reaching for the cookbook.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, I need to get my act together and take/share some more current pictures of the little man. He's changed a lot since last he appeared here!

Hah, that took me a moment to get. Clever, clever stuff :)