I’ve been reading this book which claims that the workplace future belongs to right-brain thinkers. I don’t entirely buy the author’s argument (can the U.S. really run on nothing but humanities majors?), but he does include some interesting “creativity enhancing” exercises in the back of the book, one of which is to write a mini-narrative exactly 50 words long, including a beginning, middle, and end.
Here is my Saturday mini-narrative:
Bright sunshine beckoned me and a female companion to the vineyards of Virginia. We arrived with hot afternoon drunkenness in mind. No spitting for us; we swallowed every swig. “Please don’t embarrass me,” pleaded my companion. Cue embarrassment. I yanked a grape cluster from a vine. We fled, sexually aroused.