tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post4628220464006543866..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Haven’t seen that before Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-76184922562464108962013-10-12T11:02:12.093-04:002013-10-12T11:02:12.093-04:00You have crows on the brain! :) Rooks, too? Lots o...You have crows on the brain! :) Rooks, too? Lots of flying creatures showing up ;)<br />Nice color touches, and a great last line! Cheeky!Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-30148612290570620412013-10-10T18:46:29.667-04:002013-10-10T18:46:29.667-04:00Prompt: Haven’t seen that before
“Why does your...Prompt: Haven’t seen that before<br /><br /> <br />“Why does your crow wear a top-hat?”<br /> <br />I stopped on the sidewalk and looked behind me. “My what?” I couldn’t tell who had spoken, and no one answered. There was a street musician tuning his guitar and a woman sitting on a folding stool with a pile of Big Issues on her lap. Everyone else was walking past at a business clip.<br /> <br />I shrugged, automatically adjusted the hang of my suit, and walked on. I scanned the storefronts to my right. We were meant to meet at the restaurant, and I’d done Google Street-view first to make sure I knew where I was going. But clearly there had been a lot of turnover since the photos were taken.<br /> <br />The distinctive purple sign never appeared, and I stopped at the end of the block. Someone had dropped a fish and chips in the street, and two rooks were diving between cars to carry off beakfuls of food. <br /> <br />The light turned red, and one rook landed on the roof of a red sports car. He turned to face me. “I prefer berets myself,” he said.<br /><br />Time writing: ~30 minutes (really slow tonight!)<br />Annenoreply@blogger.com