This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are just practice. Practice makes perfect.
Hector shifted the pack he carried over one shoulder as he walked. He was northbound, in search of a better life. He whistled to himself as he made his way up the dusty shoulder of a narrow two-lane highway, but he slowed when he noticed the ruckus ahead. Cars were pulled to the side of the road and parked willy-nilly; blocking his dirt and gravel pathway. A crowd was gathered and there was a hum of conversation. It was all still too far away for him to make out distinct words but the colourful buzz of folks talking to, for, and over one another. They all seemed to be looking to the east, towards the sunrise. Some of them were pointing, some were quite animated, while others were still – almost stoic in their contemplation.
Hector couldn’t yet see what they were seeing. The land sloped away.
When he got closer he surveyed a field of bright colours. Pinks and reds, like the sunrise. Oranges and yellows, like the sunset over the Pacific. Brilliant fields of flowers stretched to the east as far as he could see. This was a magnificent valley. Hector smiled to himself. He thought he should be able to find work here. He knew the earth, he understood the soil, he was home.
This week’s prompts are:
- In the middle of the kitchen floor
- that’s what Saturdays are for
- just me and these streetlights
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something big, Write something small,
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!