The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 48: “Maybe a piece of fruit or a cookie,” he said.
“Maybe a piece of fruit or a cookie,” he said. Did Adult lunches have cookies with them or were they full of adult things?
‘It would be a shame to finally have to use a sack lunch and be denied the cookie.” James stepped back into his apartment and closed and locked his front door. He swung the shopping bags onto the couch and took in the other items he picked up that still had to be settled.
“We’ll it at least gives me something to do today,” he decided. Settle everything today and then tomorrow run out for whatever I think I’ll need for the work week.” While his grocery shopping with Carson netted him a number of frozen meals, during his shopping excursion on his own he managed to pick up cereal, milk, a loaf of bread and some sandwich meats.
‘It won’t be the most exciting lunch, but it should get me through. I even grabbed a bag of apples and some Oreos. So I have both the fruit and the cookie.”
Deciding that sack lunches weren’t as big an emergency, James decided to see what it was he would be wearing to work the following week. He hadn’t expected expensive suits and if he had, James would have been most disappointed. There were several pants in varying shades of beige with a darker brown and a black pair of pants thrown in for variation. The shirts varied from polo shirts to the standard oxford. There were even two v necked sweaters to pull over the shirts if he wished. The colors were in muted tones of dark blue, gray, green and black.
It was not an inspiring wardrobe. The polo shirts reminded him of the golf pro he used to take lessons with, when he had time for lessons. He had several similar ones in his closet before he left. Many of his meetings were conducted on the golf course. He knew several of his employees wore the polo shirts into the office on casual Friday’s but he never could bring himself to follow their example. His casual was to remove the tie and open the top button of his oxford shirt. He wasn’t sure he wanted to wear them now.
Included in the bags were several packs of underwear, socks and two pair of shoes. They were both Oxford dress shoes, leather with a short span of laces at the top. One set was brown and the other black. James picked them up. “Maybe imitation leather,” he corrected. “Or is that faux leather?”
He wasn’t entirely sure of his terminology. The set of dress shoes he had in the closet were of the same style, they were however several hundred dollars more expensive and they looked it. “I suppose that is his way of telling me shoes don’t match expectations.”
Ten til Midnight 