Thoughts skitter-scattered every which way with last week's prompt.
It's always a revelation, because sometimes writers ride a wave together, looking at the words and image and each mind turns toward something similar, whether it be space or sea or snow.
Maybe it depends on what's in the air you know? If so, this week I'll be curious to see if that same unnamable something is round about the place.
What do you think?
Piecing Together the Prompt Puzzle
So yeah, each author below took a different tack writing last week, each saw something the others didn't in those simple words — walk away, finish, shark — and the image of a rose (or was it?).
It made for an exciting genre flow that's for sure, from science fiction to mystery, contemporary supernatural to fantasy and more. Read on and see.
Jake never cared about the sea, but when his Seabirth-day had grown near, he’d imagined himself as various graceful and dangerous sea creatures. Had annoyed all his friends with his fantasies, making it even more embarrassing that none of them had come true. He sighed. His sister was hopefully gonna be a pink sea slug or a useless thing like a seahorse…
“Y’all came real quick when I called, and I truly appreciate it. Thank you.” She gave Starsky a quick kiss on the cheek, and another, more lingering one, on Hutch’s.
“Alice, you can walk away from this.” Hutch’s voice was soft, but there was conviction in his voice. Or maybe it was just optimism. He was hopeful for her. If only wishes were horses. Then beggars would ride…
There was no mistaking what it was – a huge mushroom cloud. Classic in its shape, all angry rolling fire and billowing smoke. Castle Bravo, recreated in 1990. Somebody had fucked up out there in the west and set off the big boom. Everyone out there was gone. Luna put her helmet back on and brought the visor down…
She reached out and plucked one frozen leaf from the fullest rose and carefully laid it out between the pages of her journal. The page was empty. She hadn’t dared to put down in ink what she was about to do. She knew the house would have kept her back… even now, she felt it reaching out for her.
All he had to do was finish it. Just, walk away. Leave this room and go . . . He had no idea where. The shark tunnel. That’s where he would go. He would go and stand in the quiet (there were no school tours today, thankfully) and reflect on why that was a good idea.
Every week we wonder what's in the air where you are, what these few words, the pretty picture, the colours fire up behind your eyes.
We always want to know…so…tell us?