Happy Christmas, everyone. This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
Coop sat up straight in his bed
He was wet with sweat
His breathing laboured
He knew he wouldn’t get back to sleep. He slid out of bed softly and quietly, so as not to disturb Angie, and padded softly to the kitchen.
The clock read 0320
The whisky, he kept atop the fridge, called
Cooper… Cooper, and he knew he couldn’t fight it
Two fingers in a “tall cut” old-fashioned glass that had belonged to his father
He studied the amber liquid for a moment and shrugged his shoulders
Downed it in one draught
Poured another
Did it again
and again a third time
It had been like this since his return from Kandahar – Some wounds are slow to heal – Some scars are slow to form
This week’s prompts are:
- drenched with blood and whisky
- bolt of lightning
- does she know how to use chopsticks
You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun! All the best!
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Think I’ll return to this prompt tomorrow…
Happy Holly Daze and Love Lights!
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War scars… any battle scars… very hard sometimes to cope with.
I’m still in simple mode. I remember alleys that were dark full of smoke, food and booze. Now theres little left resembling that. No smoking… no booze, yet some alleys still manage to eek by.
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I played here…Dec 29 ‘ku (Am. Sent Pairs)
I’ll check back in when my sanity returns after our outing… Love ’em, the grands, but they have more energy than I do these days.
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