“Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).” -The Daily Post
IT WAS A DARK NIGHT, TUESDAY NIGHT. Tears streamed down my face as the clock approached 4. Struck by hunger from studying late into the night, I stopped doing stoichiometry and dragged myself to the mini-fridge in my room. I opened the door only to find expired yogurt inside. I shed a tear. Exhausted and disappointed, I climbed into bed and fell asleep.