“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like shooting free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
The dream of home went sideways.
Sean woke hanging from the wall, wrapped in his bunk sheets. They were slipping out of the frame even as he was slipping out of his dream, and it was enough motivation to get him to let go of the warm dinner that he was about to sit down to in his subconscious.
Oily black water bubbled up through the porthole that was now below him. What in tarnation was going on? Something thumped against the deck next to his head just as he got his arms free. Clinging to the bulkhead, he managed to get up to the fishing boat’s deck just in time to see the bridge that they were hung up on.
Write for two minutes using these three nouns: comfort, fishing boat, bridge
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