“Hey, are you going out? I need a birthday party flavor.”
I blinked. Huh? “Don’t you mean favor? Flavors are something you taste.” I gave her a confused look.
She laughed. “Wait. What did I say?” She flapped her hand impatiently. “Never mind, we’re running out of time, Ms. Grammar police.”
I bristled. “I’m not the grammar police, but it’s important to use the right word whenever …”
She interrupted. “Look. I don’t have time for this. So. This is my ideal …”
I cringed. “You mean idea,” I offered.
She huffed. “WHY are we friends again?”
That’s a good question, I thought.
This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words. The prompt is in bold.Follow @writefromkaren