100 Words: Prompt-Temperature
Stupid day.
Charlie swooned, grabbed hold of podium and shook his head viciously to clear the little dots. He was delivering a lecture on game theory, but any other petty details like which lecture or where he’d paused had been swept out of his mind to make room for every detail of shivers and sweat and looking and feeling incredibly unfit for society, even for a mathematician.
"Er…” he said, then repeated it. “Er.”
The class stared at him.
“Er,” he said, and then, “Um,” just to shake things up.
They continued to stare.
“Oh, forget it. I’m going home.”
Charlie swooned, grabbed hold of podium and shook his head viciously to clear the little dots. He was delivering a lecture on game theory, but any other petty details like which lecture or where he’d paused had been swept out of his mind to make room for every detail of shivers and sweat and looking and feeling incredibly unfit for society, even for a mathematician.
"Er…” he said, then repeated it. “Er.”
The class stared at him.
“Er,” he said, and then, “Um,” just to shake things up.
They continued to stare.
“Oh, forget it. I’m going home.”