Depends on William

So I joined the book-lover site GoodReads a while ago, and recently I discovered something called "groups" on there. On one of the threads there, someone posted an idea of a writing exercise called "dabbling," which is writing a story that is only 100 words long. I decided to try one out, and they are pretty fun for just a short little burst of writing, although that could have just been my self-regard in the fact that I made a William Carlos Williams reference in mine. Woop.

Here it is:



So much does depend on the red wheelbarrow; it depends on what I did with it last night, before it rained. It depends on what you’ll think of me, of what I did. Which I did. It’s early now; the sun is scrambling in through the windows and depending what I did last night, I’ll do today. It’s going to be a dry one. I hear the chickens outside, the horses and the pigs. They depend on me like I depend on you. And you depend on me, on what I did. Depending on if I did anything at all.