I’ve been lackadaisical in my novel writing lately, so I thought I’d try this writing prompt at the 13th Floor Paradigm blog. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I can never seem to write short (just scroll down for proof of that), so I thought I could use some practice. Listen to me going on and on. Geez. I can’t seem to stop talking and then talking about talking…
- 100 words or so,
- pick a photo, (I picked the one above, obviously),
- full narrative arc
Hugging the Shoreline
He had no better way to try and die than lying penny-flat on the cesspool bottom of a patched-up boat with always another hidden hole somewhere in it. An open casket, drinking the cold so slow. Water rolling into his ears, up to cheeks, now nostrils, holding his breath then closing his eyes.
Or keeping them open so he could see those spidery creatures with long legs walking on water like Jesus right over his blurry face.
If she said something, right now, even “I hate you,” her voice pulling down the mountain through white mist to open space, he’d sit up.