Fifty-one weeks! Where did the time go? Just yesterday, there were butterflies and enough pollen to cause sneezing fits. I know one thing, though – I’m grateful to this group for keeping me writing this year, all year.
So with that, onto the inspiration! And as always, send in your prompts to firstname.lastname@example.org if you’d like to give it a go.
|AC Young||You see an advert in the local paper. For a small fee you can learn the art of alchemy.||Leigh Kimmel|
|Becky Jones||The elf popped up from behind the bushes in the front yard. “Oh, hi! You must be the gardener!”||nother Mike|
|Leigh Kimmel||The frantic search for the two missing baskets of laundry||AC Young|
|nother Mike||The camping trip started with a devil in the tent…||Fiona Grey|
|Fiona Grey||I’d no idea a true turtle-dove could tuck its head in during flight, not until I caught my son building the trebuchet in the backyard. Boys will be boys, you know, and those birds honestly made excellent projectiles. Nor did they seem to mind the launch. That one over there even waddled back for another go.||Becky Jones|
Testing the waters? Forgot to send one in during the holiday rush? That’s what spares are for!
|Spare||The pickled cactus was delicous, but crunchier than expected.|
|Spare||The miracle on main street was not what we expected.|
|Spare||The study of broken and misused things was an underutilized PhD program until…|
|Spare||The sword rested against the wall, dull and neglected, avoiding gathering attention beyond dismissive snorts for years.|
|Spare||The new program matching up survivors of dead spouses caused quite a bit of controversy.|
And with that, we’ll see you next week, for the wrap up of year two!
Header image by Fiona Grey