Zeke poked his head into the room where Trisha sat at the desk in front of her laptop, her back to the door.
“Dinner’s almost ready, Trish,” he called to her. “How’s it going with the story?”
“Great,” she replied, her hands poised over the keyboard.
“Yeah. It’s coming along just fine. Fine and dandy. Dandy and fine.”
“Yep. It’s splendiferous. Magnificent. Outstanding.”
“In other words, you’re stuck.”
Trisha hung her head. “Yes.”
“Well, maybe a break will help. Come have dinner.”
“Very well,” she replied and, with a sigh, she rose and joined Zeke for dinner.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “in other words”: