Stage Fright
Peter replayed the conversation in his head endlessly. He had been such a fool. Every moment of his life the past 20 years, he prayed to have that moment back, and every moment for the rest of his natural life he would do the same. But nothing, no amount of pleading, no arguments, no appeals to the law or common sense, could ever get that moment back.
It had been such a simple question, and Peter had totally fucked it up.
“If you were innocent like you say, why’d you plead guilty?”
“I just don’t know, Bob, I just don’t know.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for February 7, 2012
On occasion, we all accidentally say something stupid/awkward/insulting enough that we replay the offending conversation in our heads again and again, agonizing over our own doltishness. Write about a character who is currently being plagued by the recurring embarrassment of such an incident.
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