I read your love letter sitting on the toilet. That was an inappropriate place, you told me. "Don't ever think of me when you're on the throne," you said. And now, I think of nothing but you in the bathroom because you told me not to.
Our first date happened at an apple orchard. Blossoms scented the air, your hair. You wore a calico apron and we drank cider. I put a daisy over your ear and kissed your cheek. You blushed.
And now, I fully associate you with toilets. Nothing but. When I hear someone fart, I immediately think of you.
Your'e screaming. Don't do that.
You wrote me a love poem, full of soul and long words. I bought you a chocolate ice cream. You bought me a yarn hat. We lugged our books to the library and consumed Chaucer in silence.
I thought I heard you fart, but you continued reading as if nothing had happened.
So I asked you. The look on your face made me laugh.
Then you hit me and left.
Goodbye, pretty girl.
Can I keep the hat?
One of your sentences here rhymes. Not badly written. Did you keep the hat?
The epitome of f-art fiction.
Well done! Poor girl - being associated with farts and toilets lol
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-66-5-minute-freewrite-prompt-flash
thanks