Today's Word Prompt and a Question

[unavoidedcrisis]

Okay, so in prep for Nano [six days!], I am starting to do the daily word prompts.

Todays word: street
Time: nine minutes
Words: 377

Jacob ran down the street, chasing his mother’s car, trying to catch her attention, but she had been in such a foul mood that she ignored him. He had to walk to work in the rain. Oh well, he thought, I’m wet now anyways. No matter rain or shine, Jacob had to work. He hated his job, really, but there was not too much he could do about it.

 

Streete’s Shoe Shop, on Fourth Street was comparable to Hell itself in Jacob’s eyes. Long hours would pass without a single customer, and Jacob would have nothing to do but rifle through countless orders, and taking inventory. And when customers finally did come in, they would be nasty but Jacob would not be able to tell them off. That’s what he hated most: not being able to talk back.

 

Whenever he brought home a mark that wasn’t entirely satisfying, his father would say:

 

“Oh Jacob, I expected better from you. Do you really want to work in a shoe store for the rest of your life?”

 

, to which Jacob would always long to respond:

 

“Hell no! Do I even want to work in a fucking shoe store now? Of course not! I just failed one assignment because I didn’t want to do it. It has nothing to do with my future ambitions towards shoes, Dad.”

 

But of course, he would say instead: “No Dad. I’ll try to do better.”

 

And his father would ruffle his hair and call him ‘sport’. Say old story.

 

Jacob tried to imagine what his father would say if he ever said what was on his mind about the shoe store. Of course, he would be in trouble. Dad had worked at the very same shoe shop when he was in high school. It was a little thing that had been passed down, like a tradition.

 

The wind was blowing hard when Jacob put his shoes on and headed out the door. He forgot to lock the front door, and the wind blew it open again once he reached the sidewalk, forcing him to walk all the way back and shut it again. Now this in itself wasn’t bad, but it was simply the beginning in the worst day that Jacob ever had.

 

I would also love for all you out there to riddle me this:

 

What is one thing that truly makes you happy. One thing, that's all I ask of you...

Comments

damn...

[unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com]

Son of a bitch!

Fuckin' smart tags.

*hates* By the way, I'm waaaaaaay too lazy to go back and fix it now.

[entropic-order.livejournal.com]

*breaks the kneecaps of said tags*

The word a day prompts are a good idea. And the one you wrote is a good story.

What makes me truly happy? Good music. Especially when I'm playing it.

[unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com]

Okay, now. In order:

Thank you muchly.

Aww, thanks!

Goooood answer... :)