First, my apologies for barely reading anyone’s fine work last week. I had some serious (on a legal matter) writing to do that ate up a ton of time. Second, this was one of the toughest yet to come up with something, but I like what I ended up with. I hope you do too.
Every Wednesday Rumbleseat Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page.
I’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
David ditches work early, swirls the last gulp of lemonade, eyes the old car Mom built. Smiles, remembers “driving” to California until Mom called “Dinnertime!” Mexico for tacos, Atlanta for baseball, until Mom called “Bedtime!” Lunchbox packed, Disney-bound, until Mom said – differently – “Dad’s home.”
Dad’s home. Smiles dried, hands twitched, eyes unsure. Dad’s home. Voices stuttered, bruises ached. Mom, David, quietly awaited barks and permission. Run to the fridge when Dad swirled the last gulp of Budweiser. Dad’s home.
Schoolbus pulls away. David Jr. runs up the driveway, smiling, singing, “Dad’s home!”
“C’mon, Son. Let’s go for a drive.”
I started with a story about missing kids and an FBI investigation, searching the car for clues, but it didn’t pan out. Then I switched to the car being a time-travel device for two kids, but I couldn’t figure out to end it. Although I abandoned that one, I kept its essence. Then it became a “time travel” device for a sad kid with difficult parents, but it became too sad to write it. So I kept that but twisted it to be more upbeat instead of depressing. I think that was a good idea.