Alongside the word Isolated, we have this photo to work with…
A dark silhouette of a building came into view.
“Perfect setting, isn’t it?”
Peter, looked over at Mandy, who was bouncing excitedly in the passenger seat.
“You know how I love a good Whodunnit Weekend, and I think they have surpassed themselves with the venue this time!”
I looked over at the view and had to agree. It wasn’t really my cup of tea, but I had wanted to impress her, and her mates told me that this was what she was into.
The building looked so… creepy. I was tempted to back out, but I couldn’t look like a wimp in front of her!
On the other side of the lane was a grim looking black forest… Oh, this gets better and better…
The saving grace was the view… That sunset. I was glad I had packed my camera. If nothing else, at least I could get some good shots for my portfolio.
Oh and the fact that if she was suitably impressed, I might get lucky!
With that thought, I pressed down on the accelerator.
Another interesting prompt from Sacha Black this week.
That’s what I want you to write about this week. Burnt edges. Maybe it’s the edges of paper, or burnt memories. Whatever you choose, include burnt edges somewhere in your piece. Write no more than 200 words.
So, here is my entry…
Gingerly she picked up the remnants of the fire. Mostly it was just ash left behind but there was one piece of paper that had stubbornly not burned fully.
Typical.
It was a photo, and her favourite one ironically. They looked so happy in it, smiling into each other’s eyes.
What had happened? Wasn’t she good enough? Could she change anything?
Her friends had said that this fire would be cathartic, she would feel fantastic after purging him from her life with the aid of these ‘ceremonial’ flames.
They had offered to be with her, to sit there and throw insult after insult at the bastard, as she dropped all these memories in to burn, but she thought it would be better, just her and a bottle of wine for company. Then she could cry as well as let her true feelings out.
Looking at the photo, she felt it was a sign. She would keep this picture, and every time she felt herself weaken, she would look at the burnt edges of the photo, and remind herself why she had to walk away…
Tuesday means Matt has been busy finding a prompt for us…
This week, a song I have never heard before, and not really many lyrics…
Knights of Cydonia by Muse
I don’t know why, but I ended up channelling the Toy Story Characters today!
Cydonia Mission
“Ok team, are we ready?” Captain Buzz addressed his passengers. “We reach the area of Cydonia in approximately 20 minutes. On landing, we need to be constantly aware of our surroundings. After all, we have no idea whether there is life here or not…but the Face of Mars is a sight to behold!”
Woody’s grip tightened on Bo’s hand. He was nervous beyond belief but had promised his best buddy Buzz that he would support him on this virgin mission to see whether that face was actually an illusion, or the tribute to Jessie that he thought he had built…
Feel free to base responses of anything to do with the song, I always enjoy any different takes! 100 words! Make em count!
And my entry…
Looking at all those happy faces in the photos, Edith smiled to herself.
Vera, Rose, Lizzy, Isabel and her.
That was her favourite snap, the five of them on the promenade in Brighton.
A day trip away from the confines of the city. They were so happy, ice creams in hands, holding onto hats that were threatening to be blown away by the sea breeze…
She closed her moistening eyes.
That was 65 years ago.
She was the only one left.
No amount of wishes would bring her friends back, but she couldn’t help wishing it was yesterday once more…
Get a timer, set it for 120 seconds and when and ONLY when you are ready to do the challenge, scroll to the very end of the post to see the one-word prompt. Write hard and fast until your time is up.
Blowtorch
Pulling the ramekins out of the oven, I was really pleased with the results.
Dave loved Crème Brulee and I was determined to make this meal the best thing he had ever eaten. Never having made this before, I was following the instructions to the letter.
Now, what was next? Sprinkle sugar, ok.
Then using your blowtorch, caramelise the sugar.
Blowtorch?! No one told me I needed a blowtorch?!
“Mum! Dad! Have you got a blowtorch?”
“Yes love,” Dad answered, “it’s in the shed, I’ll just go get it.”
Moments later, Dad arrived with his protective mask and an industrial blowtorch. “Right love, what needs welding?”
But I Smile Anyway... 