This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are inspired by my good friend, Ms Rose, and written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
He drove all night to get to Santa Fe on time. His contract called for him to be at his employer’s house no later than 6:00 AM. The man was paying good; so Danny pulled to the curb in front of a two story adobe at 5:45 and parked. An ancient man beckoned from a rocker that was positioned at the corner of a wide wrap-around porch.
Danny waved and got out of his truck. He slammed the door and walked around the front end of the vehicle. The path to the house meandered to the porch steps and as he followed it Danny took the time to evaluate the home. It was old, and a little bit run down, but Danny could see that there were a lot of stories in that venerable clay. If only the walls could talk.
He addressed the man in the rocking chair, “You must be Mr Coloradas.”
The old man responded with a simple nod of his head and said. “You must be Daniel DeYoung.”
“Please, call me Danny; no one has ever called me Daniel except my mother, and then only when I was in trouble.”
The old man smiled, “OK, Danny. My name’s Casper. Mr Coloradas was my father’s name, and he was a real horse’s ass. I’d rather be known as Casper. I’ve got a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen. I’d go get you some, but these old bones don’t move as easily as they used to. Help yourself, if you’re so inclined. There’s a cup waiting for you right next to the coffee pot.”
Danny pulled open the screen door and followed his nose to the coffee. He poured a cup, glanced around and headed back out to the porch. It was time to find out what Casper Watson needed a writer for.
This week’s prompts are:
- sacred ground
- talk deep into the night
- the evening’s shot
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Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
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Write something big, Write something small,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!
I didn’t use the excellent prompts provided, but this story-line just lent itself too well to what I had in mind for this mornings Song Lyric Sunday prompt, so I let it flow. Your story telling capabilities are genius.
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Wonderful stuff, and so pleased it inspired another. Just think: I hear a simple, poignant exchange on a TV program and share it because I found it inspiring, and turns out, I was on to something!
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You did well again, Violet. Why am I not surprised? Thanks, I see Ms Rose stopped by as well. We have her to thank for the original inspiration.
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You’re always on to something. Thank you
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What was the original inspiration?
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With thanks to Ms. Rose for what ever the inspiration was. 😀
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I think Casper might need a writer to help tell what the old walls hold – sacred to an old man.
I played with another haibun here: Corrupt Cuneiforms…
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I am still curious as to what the original inspiration was…..
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https://lrose.blog/2020/02/21/writing-prompt-am-i-here/
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I posted it on my blog (also, read comments with the post): https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/lrose.blog/595.
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This one took me straight to dialog and try as I might, I couldn’t flesh it out from there.
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I think you did just fine
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