|I'd love to credit the creator of this image, but I found it on a wallpaper app and was compelled to write with it.|
For this week, use the visual above as inspiration for a piece of writing/prose/fiction.
If you're stuck, here are a few things to help get you started:
-Think about what's going on in the picture...
-Who is that strange person? Where did he/she come from? Where is he/she going to?
-The piece of art is quite whimsical. Look into the background, what do you see there? Is it trees, cactus, stars, a fisherman's village? And what is the significance?
-What type of story would this 'snapshot' tell, were it a real, live photo?
Use the prompt now and leave a link below, or save it for later. Just be inspired, that is the purpose!
Here is my contribution that was inspired by the image:
"Stars and Strange Faces"
Nights were rather damp,
the windows of their upstairs apartment
Too wise and dingy to discern
The separate faces of strangers
From the busy inner-city below.
Her lover was a patient man,
His chin a collection of breakfast crumbs,
But she knew the heart beneath
His old plaid shirt was mechanical.
He worked for the postal service
To support them, a shadow-man
Dressed in proper blue,
Hands full of car keys and
The paper bag lunch she arranged
Like a boring habit each morning.
And when she was alone
She would strip herself
Before the many-mirrored bathroom
Like a swaying shower curtain pushed apart.
She’d collect the anti-depressants secretly
In colorful bath-salt jars,
Those little beads of forgiveness
That would free her thoughts
When no one else could understand
That it wasn’t about love or loneliness,
But rather an itch no drug could scratch.
So she wrote letters to dead feminists,
Copied recipes for success
From the life of Dorothy Parker,
and cooked supper for her husband
Like a good wife should
While patiently knitting mittens
For children she’d never have.
Every few weeks she’d consign
A soft batch of her fingered creations
To the corner thrift shop
For a cheap five bucks per pair,
then stop at Greg's Diner for chamomile tea
A pretty girl nodding
At the smiles of strangers,
unspoken dreams rolling around
between her cranium like a marble.
She knew one day she’d have
Enough money to buy the stars,To leave the city.
Anyway, enjoy the prompt. And happy writing!!