Road Time Bonding

Prompt: Write from the perspective of your car She's singing again: loudly and badly. She's hitting my stirring wheel to the beat of the music as it pounds through my speakers with a slight reverb. The sun streams through my window, and she moves my visor in a futile attempt to shade her eyes. Dust … Continue reading Road Time Bonding →

The Scarred Door

Prompt: Write about the secrets carved in the door. The old wood was scarred with years of secrets. Words twisting, turning, and overlapping, covered every inch of the door until it breathed in the dim lights of the hallway. The carved words spoke in whispers, in voices echoing their physical presence.Some smooth and quieted with … Continue reading The Scarred Door →

Lake-Like Eyes

Prompt: Write about someone's eyes without saying the color. You would have thought they'd be cold. Cold, flat, and hard- like a sheet of ice on the lake in January. But, those eyes weren't cold at all. They were bright. Bright, expressive, and lively- like light dancing off the waves in June. People are full … Continue reading Lake-Like Eyes →

A Cold Cup

Inspired by the Pintrist prompt: "Write what he said about the coffee" "It's cold." He said it blandly, an observation rather than a complaint. It was a short sentence. A mere two words about a cup of coffee after a stony 16 hours of silence. "Should I warm it for you?" I asked, careful to … Continue reading A Cold Cup →