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WRTERVERSE DAYS OF THE WEEK PROMPT
Week day drabbles mostly fluff
Title: Sunday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings: none
SUNDAY
Sunday is the day of rest. As a Weekend Trauma nurse; Sunday is my end of the week. I head to the hospital at six p.m. knowing in twelve hours I’ll be free for four days. Three 12 hour shifts--it’s like having four day weekends every week.
I never know what I'm walking into or how that night will go. People shoot and stab one another every night; they crash cars at 70 mph even on Sunday nights.
As you help intubate another bloodied casualty of a MVA, you remind your aching feet and weary back – it’s Sunday night.
Title: Monday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original:
Warnings:
MONDAY
The radio alarm blared; Sara's hand reached out silencing it. She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. She hated Mondays. She loved her job as the receptionist at the ad agency but Mondays everyone was in a foul mood.
She smiled; gave people a cheery “Good morning” only to receive grunts or snarls. Even visitors were irritable and discourteous. Callers groused over the phone.
What was it about Monday that made people so irate?
She sighed and looked up at the wall clock. In one hour the work day would be over. Tomorrow would be a better day.
Title:Tuesday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings:None
TUESDAY
She smiled, used to being teased. Her hippie parents had named her Tuesday; since that was the day she was born. It could have been worse; her best friends as a child were Moonbeam and Stardust.
Now, in her early fifties she tolerated remarks and jokes. She could have legally changed it, but she was proud of her parents who had gone their own way.
She’d settled into an urban life. She’d not received the gypsy gene like her brothers and sisters. Her life fulfilled her and her parents loved and supported her. What more could a woman wish for.
Title: Wednesday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings: None
WEDNESDAY
Every Wednesday for forty years Mac rolled out of bed at five a.m. He gathered his equipment waiting in the kitchen. In the winter he bundled up. But freezing or scorching weather he would take his boat and spend the day on the river fishing.
He had lures for crappy or balls of bait if he was in the mood for catfish. He rarely returned without the limit of his catch of the day.
His wife enjoyed Wednesdays, he would fire up the grill no matter what the weather and she would take care of the fixings in the kitchen.
Title:Thursday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings: None
THURSDAY
When you had five children, it was important to be organized and Amy was. She made lists and had
Each child was responsible for keeping their room clean and had one other chore--whether setting the table for dinner, taking out the trash, walking the dog or feeding fish.
Today was Thursday, laundry day. Twelve loads including towels and linens. Each child would have a basket to put away.
But she could bake cookies and bread then do a little reading as clothes washed and dried and were folded. So Thursday was one of her favorite days of the week.
Title: Friday
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Original
Warnings: HINTS OF SEXUAL SITUATIONS
FRIDAY
Friday night and the club filled to capacity with the usual polished metrosexual guys and glammed up gals. The music was loud with the bass turned up and throbbing through the people failing about on the dance floor’s blood.
Alcohol flowed in pretty colors with glasses decorated with fruit and salt. In dark corners kisses were stolen, sweaty bodies pressed against each other and parted in frenzied movements on the dance floor rising to a near manic desperation.
Friday night bled into Saturday. Singles became couples slipping away to a private place for the pounding beat to culminate in sex.
Title: Saturday
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Original
Warnings: MORNING AFTER
SATURDAY
His bladder’s urgency woke him. He sat holding a Saturday morning-after head. Bleary eyes sought the aspirin and bottled water she left for him on the nightstand.
He downed three aspirin; emptied the water on the way to the bathroom. Washed his face and toothpaste helped brush the sewage taste from his mouth.
In the kitchen his intention to eat to beat down the nausea and throbbing head was diverted by a bottle of beer. He had one for breakfast and another ‘for dessert’. He stopped there for she’d be pissed to come home from work and find him drunk.
Title: Sunday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings: none
SUNDAY
Sunday is the day of rest. As a Weekend Trauma nurse; Sunday is my end of the week. I head to the hospital at six p.m. knowing in twelve hours I’ll be free for four days. Three 12 hour shifts--it’s like having four day weekends every week.
I never know what I'm walking into or how that night will go. People shoot and stab one another every night; they crash cars at 70 mph even on Sunday nights.
As you help intubate another bloodied casualty of a MVA, you remind your aching feet and weary back – it’s Sunday night.
Title: Monday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original:
Warnings:
MONDAY
The radio alarm blared; Sara's hand reached out silencing it. She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. She hated Mondays. She loved her job as the receptionist at the ad agency but Mondays everyone was in a foul mood.
She smiled; gave people a cheery “Good morning” only to receive grunts or snarls. Even visitors were irritable and discourteous. Callers groused over the phone.
What was it about Monday that made people so irate?
She sighed and looked up at the wall clock. In one hour the work day would be over. Tomorrow would be a better day.
Title:Tuesday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings:None
TUESDAY
She smiled, used to being teased. Her hippie parents had named her Tuesday; since that was the day she was born. It could have been worse; her best friends as a child were Moonbeam and Stardust.
Now, in her early fifties she tolerated remarks and jokes. She could have legally changed it, but she was proud of her parents who had gone their own way.
She’d settled into an urban life. She’d not received the gypsy gene like her brothers and sisters. Her life fulfilled her and her parents loved and supported her. What more could a woman wish for.
Title: Wednesday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings: None
WEDNESDAY
Every Wednesday for forty years Mac rolled out of bed at five a.m. He gathered his equipment waiting in the kitchen. In the winter he bundled up. But freezing or scorching weather he would take his boat and spend the day on the river fishing.
He had lures for crappy or balls of bait if he was in the mood for catfish. He rarely returned without the limit of his catch of the day.
His wife enjoyed Wednesdays, he would fire up the grill no matter what the weather and she would take care of the fixings in the kitchen.
Title:Thursday
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original
Warnings: None
THURSDAY
When you had five children, it was important to be organized and Amy was. She made lists and had
Each child was responsible for keeping their room clean and had one other chore--whether setting the table for dinner, taking out the trash, walking the dog or feeding fish.
Today was Thursday, laundry day. Twelve loads including towels and linens. Each child would have a basket to put away.
But she could bake cookies and bread then do a little reading as clothes washed and dried and were folded. So Thursday was one of her favorite days of the week.
Title: Friday
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Original
Warnings: HINTS OF SEXUAL SITUATIONS
FRIDAY
Friday night and the club filled to capacity with the usual polished metrosexual guys and glammed up gals. The music was loud with the bass turned up and throbbing through the people failing about on the dance floor’s blood.
Alcohol flowed in pretty colors with glasses decorated with fruit and salt. In dark corners kisses were stolen, sweaty bodies pressed against each other and parted in frenzied movements on the dance floor rising to a near manic desperation.
Friday night bled into Saturday. Singles became couples slipping away to a private place for the pounding beat to culminate in sex.
Title: Saturday
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Original
Warnings: MORNING AFTER
SATURDAY
His bladder’s urgency woke him. He sat holding a Saturday morning-after head. Bleary eyes sought the aspirin and bottled water she left for him on the nightstand.
He downed three aspirin; emptied the water on the way to the bathroom. Washed his face and toothpaste helped brush the sewage taste from his mouth.
In the kitchen his intention to eat to beat down the nausea and throbbing head was diverted by a bottle of beer. He had one for breakfast and another ‘for dessert’. He stopped there for she’d be pissed to come home from work and find him drunk.