Professor Marsh says that limitations inspire creativity. If there are no boundaries, then our Muse becomes overwhelmed by the possibilities. In the name of productive procrastination (what final projects?), this is a short story less than 100 words:
My eyes followed rows of heavy trees anchored in the steep hill below, then glanced at the stranger beside me. The cold wind teased his clothes: worn jeans, a frayed denim jacket, and fingerless gloves. Dangling below us, my new parabolic skis glistened condescendingly beside his ancient wooden ones.
“It’s good to be skiing again,” he remarked, flicking greasy hair over his shoulder.
“Again?” I casually inquired.
“Yeah, I was in prison for three years.”
“Oh…”
“Pushed a guy off a Ferris wheel.”
My arm curled tightly around the pole between us, and he laughed.
“Had you, didn’t I?”
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