37, day nineteen.
This week on the prompt site I wrote for last week (for the first time), the prompt is to write a short piece with the words “The first time I saw.” I choose in this first part of my post to use just one-sound words as well, just like the prompt says to do, to keep on theme. I like theme. Theme is good. I will not lie. My muse, such as it is, tempts me to make this part long, to see if I can. This is not the first time I have done it, though. I did it when I heard them do it on a show. It is not as hard as it seems. It gets less and less hard as you go. No time to waste!
Here is my piece. I wrote ten or more of these. It is hard, but they are short, and I have time. This is the one I like the best:
The first time I saw a milk jar I stabbed it twelve times with a knife. I could not help it. Things are less bad now. I have a room of my own. The cows can’t get me.