I love to use writing prompts as one form of writing practice. Yesterday, just for fun, I found this writing prompt from The Write Prompts. What started out as a piece of flash fiction written in the first person turned into an a-ha for me instead.
Before you read my words, consider using a writing prompt today or tomorrow to practice writing differently. I guarantee it will stretch you in unexpected and productive ways.
In fact, for the next three days I will post writing prompts for you to peruse and use, so check back here for more writing inspiration.
This is the original visual image prompt from TheWritePrompt.com where there are prompts shared daily.
blue water fountain in stone garden, image copyright William Warby, flickr
(and from the prompt I wrote)....
Too much. It just felt like too much as soon as I walked into the garden.
Why do people feel the need to smoosh so much into one small space?
I was anxious just standing there: the blue water of the pool seemed to be mocking me with its stillness.
The flowers rang out with ostentatiousness.
That is, until I found silence stirring in the palm of my left hand.
(and this is where flash fiction turned into life writing and a lovely, fresh a-ha)
A slight breeze touched my palm and moved the silence up my arm to my very tense shoulder. I let it go, I let my shoulder go. I allowed myself to look again.
This time I saw beauty.
I could smell the flowers as if they were a huge bouquet left by my lover.
I have always believed the wind is God, speaking through breath. When I was just out of college and starting a job in Phoenix, Arizona, my company car broke down. I stood at a payphone, trying to figure out what to do. A big portion of my belly wanted to cry or eat chocolate or both.
Instead I took a deep breath and lifted the phone.
When I stopped resisting, a breeze blew over my sweaty skin in the mid-afternoon June day. I smiled and knew I would be just fine, as would the entire scenario.
The breeze was right then the same way it is always right.
I release my bondage from tension and previous beliefs and suddently the world looks different.
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