here's my take on today's prompt, a post-it i found on the ground at a gas station:
Everything about the note irked him. The way she'd capitalized each word in the sentence. The way she'd added the x's and o's to make it look cute. There was nothing cute about the post-it, or her constant, incessant nagging. Had she snuck outside while he was in the shower this morning? Or in the middle of the night after they'd called a truce and turned out the light, turning their backs on each other in the dark? Either way it was obsessive, stalky almost. He topped off the tank, closed the gas cap, rolled down the window, and pulled out onto the highway. The note clung to the steering wheel, flapping madly in the wind for a second or two before flying out the window. "Oops," he said. And then he took a sip of his scalding hot coffee and turned up his music with a smile.
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