This is a combination of three prompts. Once again, I needed a picture (FFfAW) to put the mlmm wordle and Sunday whirl together. I’m not fond of the outcome, but it’s been suggested that I can post the crap too. Write the dreck out so I can get back to the other stuff. The idea for a story is there from the words and/or the picture, but when I try to force them to conform (use the right # of words, or keep to a word limit) the result is a lot less than I had in mind. I get tempted not to make the links, but then, since I write prompts, I know it’s good to see how many folks are responding and to read their responses. So, what the hell. Another piece of 3 prompt dreck. Wonder how many drecks it takes to get back to feeling like there is something okay in what you write. Any suggestions?
Photo Prompt: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers #96; photo by Grant-Sud – thanks for the interesting photo.
He said this country is cruel, mean and pitiless. I loved it at a cost: the canyons and arroyos would leave my heart bruised and banged up.
From the first time my headlights shone off Promontory Rock, I was under it’s spell. The land was a radio always playing a faint melody calling me back.
Like the first time I held him. But, my warm body could not melt his cryophilic soul, just as this place could not move him to ecstasy. Our love fizzled as if a drop of water on mid-day rocks.
Now insular, I sought a space I could feel totally alone. Here, with the demon hot ball of the sun hanging low, I could.
I packed a thermos with tea and china cup and saucer. My boots made muffled echoes as I trekked down Fetal Canyon towards the valley floor.
I had no plan for leaving. (word count: 150)