Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.
I stand here on this uneven curb waiting. The seams between the concrete blocks buckle from roots that anchor the trees that stand boldly fending off the winds. Its branches sway to and fro. Its leaves creating a rhythm like the percussion section in a jazz ensemble. Suddenly a pigeon divebombs narrowly missing a collision will my face. People rush quickly to their next adventure. A mixture of conversations buzzing all around. One in particular catches my attention. This guy is spitting what he thinks is his best game to this young lady. A few seconds go by and she doesn’t just laugh, she cackles, and walks off. The look at this guy’s face was priceless like the whole situation was preposterous. I was thoroughly entertained. Lo and behold, the driver of my chariot previewed another guy on his cell phone exhibiting the same outlandish behavior to some unfortunate woman. After witnessing the same antics that I witnessed and he audibly replied, “These *****s here ain’t built right!” I chuckled to myself and thought, “that line is a poem and a story could follow”. And like magic my chariot was waiting at the uneven curb. I climbed inside to be transported home where I would think about my next adventure.