DAY 5 of the Flashnano Challenge. Flashnano is a challenge that involves writing 30 stories in 30 days throughout the month of November. A new writing prompt every day. As a reminder, at this stage I don’t edit these it’s simply raw, off the top of my head writing. Later, I’ll go through any that have potential and edit them. Thanks for reading.
PROMPT 5: Write a story that takes place on Monday.
I’m Monday and I never stood a chance. You can’t be the day that follows the weekend and not expect to be hated, but geez, I didn’t choose this. Who would choose to be the day that follows the weekend? I can’t compete with their late night partying, sleeping in late, cold pizza for breakfast, wearing your crumpled pajamas all day and only maybe brushing your teeth. Then doing it all over again the next day.
I can’t compete with that. I’m the responsible one. I demand you get up early, take a shower, eat a sensible breakfast, do your hair, put on a nice outfit and go to work. Look, that’s my gig and I’m sorry you resent me… ya know, no I’m not. Everyday can’t be the weekend. Do you really want to sit around in your ratty pajamas with your stinky pizza breath every single day? Someone has to take control of you and that’s ME, baby – Monday.
You know who pays for that new car and expensive dinners? That’s me. Not Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… time out, is there a less consequential day then Thursday? Just sits there doing nothing, offering nothing. I’d say the same for Tuesday, but every so often there’s a three day weekend and Tuesday becomes me.
“Is that a good time, Tuesday? Everyone cursing your name simply because you have to step in for me and be the responsible one after a three day weekend, is that fun?”
“Nah, man, it’s brutal.” Tuesday says with downcast eyes while visibly shaking off the memories. “Brutal.”
Exactly! Brutal, thank you! One darn day gets it. Not ol’ Hump Day over there. Hump Day…am I the only one who thinks that’s ridiculous? What do you think Mr. Invisible Thursday? Oh yeah, you’re not paid to think.
Don’t even get me started on a Friday…FriYAY. Ugh, Friday is insufferable. People with big dopey ‘weekend is coming’ smiles on their faces shouting TGIF at each other and high -fiving like they won the World Series or something. Everyone’s so happy on Friday. Where’s MY happy Monday people?!
So, ya know, maybe next Monday when the alarm goes off you wake up and say, “Happy MonYAY! Let’s do this!” Be happy to see me. That’s really all I’m asking for here. Ok, well, I had to get that off my chest. See you next MonYAY.