The Prescription
Marge couldn’t believe he’d written a prescription for walking. A hundred degrees outside and walking was his answer. She stared as the offending script hit the trash can. God, she hated exercise. But, she’d try anything at least once.
When she stepped outside, the unbearable air slipped around her head like a plastic bag. However, she doggedly placed one foot in front of the other, determined to finish a mile. Her only company the damn buzzing, blood sucking mosquitoes.
Marge cursed Doc Ralston as the parched ground crumbled beneath her feet and her ankle snapped. God, she hated exercise.
This was my contribution to the:
100 Word Challenge For Grownups #143
…the parched ground crumbled beneath…
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This was such a great use of the prompt! I could totally relate as I have a similar internal conversation going on when I walk in the mornings. LOL
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LOL, I really do hate exercise. Thanks, glad I’m not alone out there.
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I was immediately taken by, “… the unbearable air slipped around her head like a plastic bag.” I felt that heat. Wonderful description.
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lol! I completely understand…and the imagery of the unbearable air wrapping her like a plastic bag is totally understandable. lovely
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Thanks so much. Glad you “got it”.
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I like it!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome.
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