Writing prompt, 14th May, 2013
Everyone has things to be done. We establish lists, focus on the prize, barrel towards due dates, and occasionally trip over responsibilities. Emily, like the rest of modern society, had a tendency towards living in a rapid world of information and accomplishment and unmitigated procrastination.
Her alarm signaled the continuation of the saga that was her life. After the third snooze slap Emily was prepared for everything and nothing. The sleep in her eyes had buried itself deep, but her determination set in. The slight burning scrape would subside by the time she was done with her morning routine. The sudden pain smashing through her toe would probably stick around.
The background periphery of her hearing was pulled to her attention. A dog, perhaps. Her face squished with concentration. Paper?
“Project presentation!” Emily said. She also ran.
Pumpkin loved the taste of paper. At least, the dog made a good show of loving the intricate flavors of sheeted wood. Every few bites led to a couple rolls. Paper began sticking to the dog with great efficiency. The coverage was impressive, Emily thought, considering she never taught the dog much of anything. Now Pumpkin was performing paper maché on himself.
Realizing he had been found out, the welsh corgie leapt at Emily. The barks converted to the stiff, grinding sound of wood. now was the time to run. Her attempt to escape played out drastically different in her head. The dash to the left became the trip two steps away. Colored shapes mingled with the real world as her head contacted the door frame, but the move got her to the kitchen.
The silverware drawer effortlessly flung open. Phase one involved flinging forks and knives. Emily’s aim was terrible. Silverware ended up ringing across the floor, helplessly bouncing off the small paper dog, or miraculously in the wall. Phase two was throw everything else. Cleaning products, spices, Aunt Jeane’s tuna casserole. The corgie tilted his head unphased.
All that remained was phase three. Light the sucker up. Pumpkin pranced toward Emily as she reached into the drawer. Wooden barks wafted through the air, and Emily had dropped the lighter.
“That’s how I got this bruise on my head and these small burns, how my house ceased to be, and why, Ladies and Gentleman, I have no completed project proposal for our client.” Emily said.