

tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
I wake and go down to the kitchen with ‘spot on’ timing,
Mr. Coffee is sputtering his last, through the grounds and into the pot.
As I dress, I drink my first cup. Dark and warm.
Jeans,
Flannel shirt over wife beater,
Lace-up work boots.
Grab an apple
Fill a travel mug.
Fire up the truck and start north.
I’ll stop for breakfast in a couple of hours.
Watch the sunrise.