(Author's Note: my effort for this weeks prompt by The_Weekend_Write-In 
No stretch to guess what the prompt was... and you can blame deframj22 for setting this one in motion...)

Dora was crouched over her desk. She had been tapping away on her keyboard for hours and she'd only stopped once to make a cup of coffee and stretch her aching back. She checked the word count for the dozenth time... damn, only 19,378 words. Somehow, she had to stretch the wretched thing out to the full 20,000. Still typing with one hand, she stretched the other blindly toward the coffee cup and drained the last cold mouthful.

Her husband stretched his tousled head around the doorframe, the teeshirt he was wearing stretched out of shape by too many washes. "Come to bed Dora!" he grumbled. "Surely you've finished that story by now!"

"Just a minute, I'm on the home stretch now... only a couple of paragraphs to go..."

"That's what you said two hours ago! You're stretching the truth and you're stretching my patience!"