@WritingPrompts – 8.1.14 – Caucasian

For the last few weeks I have been following “Writing Prompts” on Twitter.  Every day they post several times, giving 3 words to choose from for a prompt.

I have been speed writing a paragraph in my journal to go along with the word.  I thought it may be fun to start posting this.  I don’t claim they are good, just free flow writing to keep things moving along.


Derrek has been my best friend since we were kids.  We were inseparable, ebony and ivory.  Race never figured into our friendship, he was Derrek and I was Wayne, simple as that.


When we went away to college, our paths went in different directions.  He made his way to Law School and I pursued a degree in architecture.


Last week we were both visiting the old hometown at the same time.  I hadn’t seen him in years and while we had gained a few pounds, our easy friendship picked up right where we left off.


In an attempt to recapture our youth, Derrek, his kids and my kids and I decided to play a game of tag-football.



On the first play from scrimmage, I dove to catch a ball thrown by my 15 year old son.  As I landed I heard a pop;  grabbing my knee I was in excruciating pain.


Laying on the ground I couldn’t stop laughing or else I would cry.  Derrek walked up to me and without missing a beat said, “damn brother, I knew white men couldn’t jump, but now I know Caucasians can’t catch either.”


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