Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.

On Fridays we write with gusto, unselfconscious and flat out.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:





Their faces are hidden under the top bunk bed and their voices muffled by the radio station tuned to quiet music. I sit next to the open window in the living room on this old leather sofa and eavesdrop.

My husband and my middle born son. They’re chatting.

There’s talk of hamsters and their food and how much they run at night. Now they talk about the puppy we might get and I can hear Micah’s memories of his father growing deeper memory grooves with each chuckle, each random snort, each whisper.

Pete tells Micah that dads can punch bears for their kids.

Micah believes him.

But, really, all it takes is coming home from that late night meeting and climbing into a bunk bed instead of dishing up dinner.

All it takes is sharing secrets under the shadows of a slow summer.

All it takes is listening. Listening and tracing the shape of a boy’s heart tucked underneath that Ikea comforter with the red and orange cars and trucks driving down the highway of late night conversation.



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