It was Friday, and there were problems.
The words were agitated. They whirled in her mind, but couldn’t coalesce into a plausible story. If the nouns would get themselves organized, the verbs would come – but verbs, for all their strength, needed a leader (although they called it a subject). Without it, they simply whirled in meaningless activity.
And as for adjectives, well, they saw no point in even showing up.
Little prepositions and conjunctions gathered in shapeless piles, offering no direction. Most couldn’t even find a sentence to settle at the end of.
So she sighed, then realized, “That’s 100.”
The words were agitated. They whirled in her mind, but couldn’t coalesce into a plausible story. If the nouns would get themselves organized, the verbs would come – but verbs, for all their strength, needed a leader (although they called it a subject). Without it, they simply whirled in meaningless activity.
And as for adjectives, well, they saw no point in even showing up.
Little prepositions and conjunctions gathered in shapeless piles, offering no direction. Most couldn’t even find a sentence to settle at the end of.
So she sighed, then realized, “That’s 100.”
