Deadlines and Memories

It's Saturday morning, and Saturday Centus happens to be my new favorite game. The rules? Take the prompt (bolded below) from Jenny Matlock's always-entertaining blog, surround it with 100 of your best words, and create a story nugget worth the reading.

Here's my nugget...(and there's a nugget of truth in it, by the way).

Kate was sweating a book deadline when the inspiration-blocking hum of a mower crashed her consciousness. The gardeners? At this hour?? Glancing down, she let Timex tell her “this hour” was less early than she was late. Her hands pushed at the keyboard, willing it to carry her to conclusion. Instead, the scent of cut lawn carried her elsewhere...

...the kitchen table, she and her sister, a child's faith, two bowls overflowing with blades o' backyard bounty. Surely anything so green would be delicious. Adding milk, they sampled, neither willing to admit their findings. More sugar, maybe?

Kate grimaced. It’s true; the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades. The taste, too.

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