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.
Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
I decided to walk out of the house with no particular distance in mind. My aimless walk led me to the light rail station and I ended up waiting for the train headed downtown. The train arrived at the 12 & I station and I got off the train. I started walking towards midtown. I let my eyes wander around my surroundings. I walked from street to street. I paused at different Victorian homes and wondered about the people who first lived there. As I am walking along the sidewalk, I stop briefly to take some pictures. An old tree catches my eye. The branches hang in such a way that it appears like a person. I chuckle to myself and think about the trees in “The Lord of the Rings”. I look at the entwined roots and notice what appears to be a dirty piece of paper. At first, I ignore it but I am drawn to look a bit closer. I noticed fluid handwriting on an envelope. I free the envelope from beneath one of roots. It has been weathered by the elements. As I hold in my hand, I ponder putting it right back where I found it. I decide if it was something for me I would want to receive it. I make the decision to make sure it gets to the intended receiver. I take it with me and continue on my adventure now with purpose.