Fred Aiken Writing

Flash Sale Bombings Down the Aisle on Fluorescent Dreams Made to Look Exciting

Daily writing prompt
Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.

“Pack all your valuables, we gotta go on the run,” Roger called to tell his wife.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m an outlaw now. I just stole from the grocery store. They had to kick me out, and I’m afraid they’re never going to let me back in because of what I did.”

He sounded grim. Jennifer knew her husband better. She waited for him to elaborate. But when he didn’t say anything else, she teed him up, “What’d you do this time?”

“I stole the groceries. I had so many coupons that they ended up owing me money!”

“That’s great dear. Did you remember the eggs?”

“Shoot. No, I didn’t. I completely forgot. I didn’t have a coupon for them and they weren’t on sale, so they completely slipped my mind.”

“Well, we kinda need them for the cake I’m baking–“

“I know, I know. I’ll go back in.”

“Only if it’s no trouble. I don’t want you to be arrested or anything. I know you just broke the law and whatnot.”

“Har-har. I’ll see you in a few…”

Roger hung up the phone. Jennifer’s smile grew to a mild chuckle. As stupid as the game was, she always enjoyed their weekly grocery store play that put on for each other.

studying literature//finding a place in an expanding universe

don’t ever tell your boss you studied literature in college,
lest you find yourself writing marketing material
for every email campaign,
for every google and/or facebook ad,
for every product description on the website,
along with every blog post talking about how great the company culture is,
and how other people, other candidates,
should come, follow us down this winding path of job choices,

don’t ever tell your boss you studied literature,
lest you want to become the unpaid copywriter
that gets to tell coworkers when they ask for your help,
‘oh, i’m sorry, i can’t help, i have to write this real quick ad campaign for the boss,
they said they need it by the end of business today,
so i can’t delay’,
never delay, never delay,
don’t ask for my help,
for i’m the token english major writing away

don’t even tell your friends or family that you studied literature,
because then they’ll ask you why,
and comment on how you took on so much student loan debt,
for what? they’ll ask,
to be able to read shakespeare and sylvia plath?

it won’t matter when you tell them that you received enough scholarships
to cover your college tuition, and so you don’t actually have student loan debt,
because then they will tell you that you wasted
the scholarship money on a meaningless degree that will never amount to anything,
and how you should have studied business or engineering,
or anything that would lead to a well-paying career,

and when you tell them that you didn’t really care about money when you were younger,
that you still don’t really care about money even as an adult,
or at least that you don’t care about money in the capacity of wanting to accumulate a whole bunch of it, but rather,
you’re satisfied so long as all your means are met, like food, water, and shelter,
with one or two streaming service here and there,
you will still get the occasional familial sigh of disapproval from all your uncles,
the sharp tsk-tsk from aunts at family events,
and the weekly phone calls from your parents asking if you’ve gone bankrupt yet,
and they’re always surprised, somehow, when you tell them,
‘no, i’m not a homeless former english major living on the side on the road,
while trying to write the next great american novel,
because i realize my strengths and weaknesses as a writer,
and i’m not an author, i’m the guy that edits coworkers emails,
and writes all the marketing material for whatever company i work for at the time,’

don’t ever tell anyone you studied literature,
because then you’re liable to write a stupid poem about
how everyone either expects you to write for them without any extra compensation,
or they worry about your future
and how you could have been a lawyer, doctor, or engineer,
if you’d only studied something, anything, else other than the written word