You know what to do. (But in case you don’t . . . these prompts are a way to help you get the writing juices flowing. Post a story in the comments section, journal it, post it on your blog, or get a jump on a short story; whatever. They’re here for the taking.)
- Knowing his name meant little to her.
- Fallen ash from his cigarette collected in a pile below his hand.
- I stood at the edge of woods and listened to . . .
- Paul knew he shouldn’t have looked . . .
- I should have told my wife the truth that first day when I . . .
- “I wouldn’t drink that; it has [fill in the blank] in it.”
- In the beams of the dying headlights, stood . . .
- The morning sun peaked through the trees. He told me I’d be dead by sunrise.
Happy writing!
In the beams of the dying head lights, I stood at the edge of the woods and listened to the silence. The morning sun peaked through the trees He told me I’d be dead by sunrise. The fallen ash from my cigarette collected in a pile below my hand, a gray pyramid of death forming on her cheek. Knowing his name meant little to her, Paul shouldn’t have looked when she took her final breath. I knew I should have told her the truth that first day when I caught Paul staring at my wife, well, ex-wife now. “I wouldn’t drink that,” I told her. “It’s for Paul and has arsenic in it.” She laughed, tossed it back in a single gulp.
Now I have to fix a second drink for Paul. Since my wife’s dead, I’ll have to make up an excuse for him to come over.
Ooh…well done! Very sinister. Paul has no idea what’s coming. . .Love the “pyramid of death forming on her cheek.”