Gigi assembled her planners, her calendars, her pens, pouches, and post-its before her on the desk and stood over them like a general surveying maps. It was the first Saturday night in recent memory she had a date that wasn’t her author’s chair. 

“We’re going to some fights. We’ll see…” she texted a friend.

The dressing up for a long overdue night out, lights, music, atmosphere, action, and being towed in hand by a hunk entered her veins, desperate for another hit once the evening ended. 

Gigi returned to her writing desk, charged with new ideas and emotions.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/01/15/january-14-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.

Prompted from First Line Friday at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/15/first-line-friday-january-15th-2021/.