Wednesday Weekly Writing Prompt Time Again!
I missed a week. I've missed a couple since I found this awesome website. Each week they post a picture (see above...) and you've got a week to write a 500 word (or less...) story using five randomly chosen words. After you've written your story, just post it to the website and great things will happen.
Okay, I can't guarantee great things, but you'll feel pretty cool, and that's a good thing, right? Here's the website: HERE and here are the five words:
Bird
Kid
Loom
Soldier
Ostrich
Here's the story...Enjoy!
Saskatchewan Flats…
“I tell
you, there’s no way she’s taking the kid from me this time…no way. Just because
she’s his mother, she thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, I’m the
father—I got rights, too.” I thought the lady sitting next to me as we waited
for our flight might be shocked at this, but, no. She couldn’t care less. Maybe
this Canadian was somehow forming some kind of female bond with Suzanne, my ex.
Women are like that… They stick together.
“Yeah,” I
said a little louder which drew the attention from an elderly couple at the
other end of the waiting area. “If she wants a fight—she’s going to get one.
I’m taking this bird to Chicago then she’ll be sorry. If it weren’t for this
business trip in Regina, I’d be there right now.” I looked over, but still, there was no
response from my fellow passenger who was obviously traveling with me
to the windy city. She just sat there, pretending not to hear me, like some
ostrich with her head in the sand. I tried a new tactic.
“Canada…”
This time, the woman looked over at me, her blue eyes met mine. Now, Ma'am, that I have
your attention…
“Great
country, Canada. My dad used to say he loved Canada, especially during
Vietnam.” The woman just stared at me. “No? Nothing?" I said to her. "You see, a lot of us
Americans came to Canada during the Vietnam War because they didn’t want to be
a soldier…in…Vietnam.”
I gave up.
The woman wouldn’t know comedy if a pie hit her in the face. Oh well… I looked
outside the window. “Man, that’s flat… You ever get sick of the flat? I’m from
Colorado and I think I’d go crazy with all that flat everywhere. You know, like
Jack Nicholson in The Shining. Crazies loom in the flats.”
Wow, I
thought. The lady actually got up and left. Was it something I said?
Poor guy. He should have waited until they were on the plane so his seat partner couldn't move. :P
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