November Writing Prompts 2022

[labrathor]

November is here! Trade your spooks for warm blankets and delicious spices, and cuddle in as the weather turns. We're not to winter yet! And As always--

Disclaimer: I never close old writing prompts from previous months. People can and should be encouraged to post on old month's prompts and I highly encourage players to track these posts to catch stragglers or new people writing on old prompts.

Now. With that out of the way, onto this month's prompts.

November's Writing Prompts

1. Making haste as time runs out.

2. "Well, that's the best we can do."

3. Gratitude for something small.

4. Counting down with anticipation.

5. A day spent with your favorite person.

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Well, that’s the best we can do

[itmeanstruth]

The night was quiet, save for a patient the nurses described to Minoru as “a little boy who’s probably going to grow up to be you.”

Sure enough, the seven-year-old boy in Bay 1 had done some kind of crazy jump off the top of a jungle gym after school and broken his leg. It wasn’t his first trip to the ER. Like a lot of overly-adventurous kiddos, his chart had its fair share of bumps, bruises, x-rays and stitches - all of which suggested it likely wouldn’t be his last visit either.

As he entered the bay, Minoru heard the doctor’s sigh. “Well, that’s the best we can do.”

The bones had been properly set, and she was satisfied. But she seriously doubted the boy had learned his lesson. And when the entire team glanced at Minoru, it seemed to prove that very point. Some people never learn their lesson. (Though, some of them do go on to have successful careers as hospital orderlies...)

“Hey, you guys done with everything in here?” He asked eagerly. As the doctor nodded, he picked up a few of the discarded plaster strips. “Can I have these?”

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I think I can do one better. Is the gift shop still open?”

“Ah… Until nine.”

Minoru grinned.

About an hour later, as he was making his rounds, Minoru snuck a teddy bear with a similarly casted leg onto the nightstand of the boy as he slept. He closed the door softly, and smiled.

“THAT’S the best we can do.”