Prompt, courtesy of Lady Writer: An impulse buy leads to intergalactic warfare.




The thing is, this could all have been avoided if I hadn't stopped for wine and chocolate on the way home. I nearly didn't, you know. I nearly let myself drive straight instead of remembering to turn right at the last light before my neighborhood, as I've done on countless other days when I don't want to fuss with the hassle of driving through a parking lot, narrowly avoiding pedestrians and rogue buggies, remembering to turn off my headlights, walking through the store and perhaps running into a neighbor who wants to chat about my perennially dying gardenias, making small talk with the cashier, remembering to turn my headlights back on, and delaying my arrival at my couch by 20 minutes.

But traffic had been worse than usual and the persistent drizzle had made my hair 

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