PAD – Day 8
I have no excuse for today’s entry for Poetry of the Day other than I’ve been sick all day and have just finished watching Criminal Minds. Always gets me to thinking darker.
Today’s prompt was “routine.”
Routine
Just Routine
“How’s things?” Friend’s voice chirps over the phone at me. I look at the project at hand and shrug -
“Same old, same old!” I grin over the phone at the person with me in the room, put my thumb over the receiver.
“I’ll be just a minute,” I mouth at him.
“What are you doing these days?” My friend presses on.
“Ya know, the same stuff. Just routine.” And I’m anxious to get back to it.
“Well, I was just checking in. Talk to ya later!” I close my phone as my friend hangs up and turn back to the task at hand.
“Now, where were we?” I watch the man struggling against the bonds holding him tightly to his chair as I pick up the knife.
Just. Routine.
