Every Wednesday Madison Woods posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you. then post your work on your blog. additionally, on friday, you go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her friday fictioneers post.
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 an hour and a half like i had this morning to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
here’s this week’s picture. if you don’t want to read my entry or be influenced by what i wrote, then don’t scroll beyond the picture. until friday.
“Can’t be. They always move.”
“Jimmy. Again. It’s. Not. Moving.”
They walked circles. It stayed still.
David knelt in grass. “It just goes into the ground.” He found a stick, poked, nothing. He tossed it, not watching. It landed near flattened grass and footsteps, blades curled, blackened.
“You touch it.”
“Rock, paper, scissors.”
“Best of three.”
Jimmy cursed, rolled up sleeves.
David stepped back, unaware, standing in a dark trail leading away.
A clump of trees, not far. One last, lonely heartbeat of a boy. Rusted skin. Charred arm. Missing hand.