This morning, the quadrants of my heart fell apart. My car wouldn’t start, no matter how much of a nudge I gave it with the sledgehammer. This was my first interview in four months, and now this!
So I did what any other rational person would do. I seized a brimful of whisky and chugged every last drop. Right then, I knew I needed a win. I could not forbear paying rent any longer.
I called the taxi and exchanged all my neighbors’ valuable paintings for a ride. And to my surprise, drunk and wasted, the job was mine!
The challenge: We dare you to write a 101-word story using the following words: quadrants, brimful, nudge, paintings, and forbear.