I made up my own writing prompt. Write what happens to your character on a trip to the store. Make sure *something* happens that will help the plot move along.
(Please ignore my complete ignorance of how a construction business works.)
“Hi, Katharine,” said the store clerk. “How’s your father doing?”
“Fine, Alice, thanks for asking,” Katharine said as she laid clementines on the conveyor belt. “He’s ordering more supplies for the housing development on 85th.”
“That’s the 3rd time this month, isn’t it?” Alice asked.
“Yeah. Joe just can’t get it through his head that an entire condominium complex needs much more to work with than a cul-de-sac.”
“Your father should be the one running the business,” said Alice. “He always did have a head for that kind of thing. $38.17 today, dear.”
Katharine filled in the check.
“Do you need help out?” asked Alice.
Katharine glanced at the two bags. “Well, I walked, so unless you’re paying Nick to walk all the way to Glencoe, I don’t think so,” she said.
“You know he would, with or without pay,” teased Alice.
“Oh stop,” Katharine laughed. ” I don’t have time for that kind of drama.”
“You sound just like your father,” said Alice with a smile. “Take care, dear. Watch out for cars.”
Katharine laughed to herself as she left with the grocery bags. Alice had sort of taken on the “mother” role since Katharine’s mom had passed away 8 years ago, and sometimes it seemed like Katharine was frozen at that age to Alice, even though it’d been almost 9 years. Still, it was nice to be cared for.
As she hit the button for the crosswalk, she noticed a rowdy group of kids from the high school on the other side. Her brow furrowed and she clutched her groceries a little tighter. Maybe I’ll let Nick help me next time, she thought for a moment. The light changed and Katharine started across. The kids weren’t paying attention to her, and she’d gotten almost all the way across when one of the boys shoved another one right into her, and groceries tumbled out of the top of one of her bags.
“Aw, look what you did, loser!” said the first boy to the one he’d pushed.
“Whatever, man, you did that!”
“What? C’mere, I’ll punch you again!” said the first boy as they continued walking, leaving Katharine to gather her groceries alone. Katharine let out her breath as she knelt down.
Suddenly long blonde hair was flying back through the posse at her and she heard someone shouting, “Losers! Learn some respect!” Rosalind crew bent down beside her to help. “Sorry about that, those guys are idiots.”
The two of them hopped up onto the sidewalk just as traffic started moving again.
“Why do you hang out with them?” Katharine asked, placing some bruised bananas on the top of the bag.
“Who else is going to teach them respect?” Rosalind asked.
Katharine raised her eyebrows and looked down the crosswalk. The guys had disappeared with the rest of the group into the pizza parlor.
“Besides,” Rosalind continued, “Gray likes me. He’s way nicer than Leo and Neal. I gotta run or they’ll order without me. See you later!” And she was off with a dash.