Holy Shit! Three Hundred, do you believe it?
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.
She waited for the train to cross and cursed silently when it stopped in the crossing. That was when she saw, the spray painted portrait, the graffiti, painted on the side of the dusty box car that blocked the road in front of her.
Do you know this girl? Her name is Irma Gerd. She used to live in Saunders County Nebraska, and went to Wahoo HS – class of ’76. I want to ask her to marry me. My name is Marshall Benjamin. Call me, please Irma!
I think about you constantly.
She remembered Marshall from a long time ago. He’d been cute, in a Country Bumpkin kinda way. Maybe he was still cute. She pulled a ball point from the centre console and copied his phone number on the back of her left hand. She should call tonight, before she washed it off.
This week’s prompts are:
- it’s just not the right job for me
- unabashedly so
- lost my faith on the way down
You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun! All the best!
Image source- Pixabay, artist- Victoria