I haven't had any real enemies. I'm not one to get too close to people too quickly. I don't let anyone in to dislike me enough to call an enemy. I think you have to let people into your life to consider close enough to hate them later. Thankfully that's never happened.
In the allotted 60 seconds, I couldn't remember if anyone has ever hated me enough to hurt me. Since I'm pretty sure that would stick out in my mind, I guess there's no one! Not everyone loves me, but that kind of dislike is pretty foreign.
All these challenges are kind of personal. I might change the tilt of the challenges and write a bit of fiction instead. Okay, lies. We can call them lies. Last week was the About Me theme. I don't want to do another week of posts about me. It's boring!
With that in mind, here's what I would have written instead.
Enemies? I suppose Margaret might hate me. She didn't like the tea I made her. The napkins weren't folded correctly. The proper amount of sugar cubes weren't stacked in their delicate bowl. Did she know that I added a little something extra into her favorite finger sandwiches for Sunday tea? If Margaret knew, I'd be led out of the mansion in cuffs. No. Margaret wasn't my enemy. I was hers.
Tomorrow, I'll write some fiction based on the prompt. I'll lie.
"Fiction writers are liars who can type." -A wise person. (I can't remember who said it.)