The Writing Prompt
“Hold up. ShortStories wants ya to write about what now?”
“S-s-skintight bodysuits,” Fluttershy sputtered.
“Ah see.” Applejack replied with a tilt of her head, before leaning in to get a closer look at the prompt on Fluttershy’s laptop. “Ain’t that a little, well, odd, for a writin’ prompt?”
“Well, I guess they wanted to shake things up, maybe? But I don’t know…”
“Ah mean, ya don’t have to write anything if you don’t want to, Flutters.”
“Oh I know, but I wouldn’t want them to think I’m ignoring them. It’s just… how would I write about skintight bodysuits?”
“Well… what about those supersuits from the movie set?”
“I think we’re still under an NDA there.”
“Oh, right.”
They both stared silently for a minute.
“Well, ah ain’t gonna lie… this one’s got me stumped.”
“That’s okay, AJ. Thanks for trying.”
“Anytime, Flutters. Best of luck.”