My 20 sprints in 20 Days

is a way to stimulate your creative juice,

to come down off the stress and high of #NaNoWriMo, Prep for #CampNaNo

and just have some fun with writing.

Let the scribbles Begin!

Write 500 or 5K words using the above prompt image.

OR Set a Timer for XX minutes... and Sprint!

Have a good time.

Sprint Time :  5:50 to 6:20 - 30 minutes

"I am sure it will be fine..." Jolene promised as Mandie adjusted her skirt for the hundredth time. 

"It's too short for a first day," Mandie scowled. "And look at it!"She twisted in front of the mirror, "It makes my bootie look like a pair of volley balls in a bag. It's gross."

"That's because you are having an affair with your stair stepper. Real men like the bubble."

Rolling her eyes, Jolene secretly hated how good Mandie looked since she had gotten dumped by Chase and become obsessed with walking, then she discovered stair climbing. Now she was always on that contraption or climbing the twenty two flights up to her office during lunch... for fun... That was why the blind date. Matthew was handsome, domineering, and a little narcissistic, completely Jolene's type. H told Jolene she was attractive or fit enough to date him but if she could get him a date with her roommate, he would set her up with his partner.

The door chimed and Jolene went to answer while Mandie considered changing, before she went out. 

Matthew looked every bit as handsome as he did every morning when they went through the metal detectors at the offices. He gave Mandie a look up and down, and even walked around her, then nodded as if to say 'She'll do.' before opening the door. "Come, Candie, I have made reservations for us."

"Uhh, it's Mandie," Mandie corrected him. 

He blinked at her once then lied, "That's what I said."

Mandie glanced at Jolene, who was staring at Matthew the way she looked at a cookies and cream strawberry topped sundae. "Jo... Jolene?"

"Oh uh yeah, that's what he said... Have fun," Her roomie practically shoved her out of the apartment. 

The ride down in the elevator was quiet, and Mandie couldn't find anything to say as they rode to the restaurant while Matthew talked continuously about his latest streak in Fortnight. After they went up to the rooftop bistro and were seated, Mandie didn't even have time to look past the appetizers before Matthew ordered for her. 

"Um no, I can't eat that. I want..." She interrupted.

"Of course, you can. All girls like the mandarin chicken salad." Matthew interrupted her, "She'll have the salad." 

"No, I won't."

"Look Sandie, we were having a good time until you opened your mouth. Just eat your salad or buy your own meal."  

"My name is Mandie as in Mandolyn, I will not eat the fucking salad because I am allergic to lettuce, oranges, and almonds. You are not worth dying for; and honestly this is the worst date I have ever been on. Now if you will excuse me, I am going home." She stood up and said to the waitress. "He'll have the salad, he's eating for two; himself and his ego." 

"If you leave this table, you're walking home." Matthew threatened. "Sit down, Maddie, and I will order you something, and I will forgive your rudeness. It's not like a girl like you gets a date with a man like me every day or even once in a lifetime." 

The waitress stared at him wide-eyed, then looked at Mandie, who glared at him like death as she snarled. "Look Pettigrew, contrary to your delusions of self-grandeur, a girl like me doesn't want to date a man-child like you. Enjoy your video games 'cause that's the only play you're gonna get tonight or ever." He looked so offended, that she was glad he got the reference.

The waitress followed her away from the table. "Ma'am, do you need me to call you a cab?" 

"Nope, I only live a few miles away, I can walk it in twenty." Mandie smiled at her, "Sorry, you're stuck with him at your table." 

"Don't be, he's in here three times a week, always with a different girl, always talking down to them. You're the first one to ever put him in his place." Then she laughed, "Did you really call him Pettigrew from Harry Potter?" 

"Yep, 'cause he's a rat, and by tomorrow evening, all the girls who work in my building are going to know." Mandie smirked. Accepting a bottle of water, she walked out into the dusk. It was a lovely evening for a walk, but Mandie knew when 

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she got home she was going to have to very long talk to Jolene about her tastes in men. No man was worth being treated like a mindless drone.