Sorry for missing last week, readers, but it’s been a little stressful around here (for various reasons). I’m trying to keep up with this, but sometimes time isn’t as much on my side as I’d like.
Anyway, this week I’ve got another prompt. It’s pretty simple, and I hope you’ll take the time to write your own version, as that’s the point of it.
Here it is:
In the dead of winter, an old woman sits at an abandoned bus stop. Her face is haggard and her hands shake, but not from the cold. No town or settlement is anywhere near the stop, but the old woman waits with rising anxiety for a bus that isn’t coming. Growing more and more cold, the old old woman mutters, “This is what you get, Jemison.” She pauses to take a shuddering breath. “It’s your fault, so be quiet.” No one speaks but the old woman.
Thanks for reading, guys, and have fun! Feel free to post your responses below. I love to read your thoughts and takes. Let your imaginations roam free and share.
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Thanks again, readers, and I can’t wait to hear from you!