The farmer’s market is open now, and we’re in heaven. I’ve been eating a lot of salad. I would say “we,” but Charlie just eats lettuce, and I maintain it isn’t salad if it only has one thing in it. Here’s what I have:
A little blob of blue cheese dressing and I’m good to go.
So why am I still fat? Eh? Answer me that.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character and someone else disagree over a definition.