Saturday Centus

Wow, did I ever have a struggle with this week's prompt. Seriously, this was hard -- much harder than the awful dog photo of two weeks back.

I didn't really set out to approach these in the general way that I have, but each time out I've tried to take an "off-kilter" interpretation of the prompt, and this was no different...but this week, no good alternative presented itself to me. I kept running through all kinds of possibilities, and no dice; I feared that I'd have to play this one straight. Heck, maybe that would be a good challenge for me on one of these, some time down the road: write using a normal interpretation of the prompt!

But this time, I thought of something. I honestly could have done with more words this time out, but I think it turned out OK. Here's my entry, with the prompt in bold.

I shouldn’t have come to Jane’s party, Brenna thought.

She certainly shouldn't have agreed to play ‘Answer-the-Monkey’, the new party game with the computerized monkey head that read your mind and asked personal questions based on a setting from 1 to 20, with 20 being your deepest-and-darkest secrets. It was ‘Truth-or-Dare’ run by a machine. After a lot of sangria, the ladies had turned it up all the way. The ATM machine began dispensing twenties.

“Brenna,” the monkey said, “who did you last sleep with?”

Brenna glanced at the picture on the wall of Jane’s husband.

ATM was an evil game.

I dunno. I'm kind of 'meh' on this one....