I haven’t done this is a very long time, but something about this picture struck me enough. No pun intended.
Every Wednesday Renegade 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.
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.
A few comments at the end…
“Mom!” called Jen, walking and texting into her mother’s room, “Dad texted. Close windows. Big storm coming. Gonna be home late.”
Mom, absorbed in her own text, heard nothing.
Linn u cant imagine how much I lov u. so sory not makn it hom tnite. Or evr. Lyng in car. Firemen tryn ther best but I hav only seconds left. Kiss kids gbye. Will b waitn fr u all on othr side. Watchn an smilin.
Linda forced a smile at Jen, seeing nothing but her husband’s eyes smiling back.
“G’Bye, Linn,” said Jen’s mouth, but it wasn’t quite Jen’s voice.
In my original idea, the father was going to scratch that note on the dashboard of the car as he was dying. Then I thought it might be too difficult to surround that with how that would be discovered by EMT’s or whoever. Then I thought the maximum impact is not the EMT’s finding the note but the wife getting the note, so I switched it to a text message from the dying father to the wife. But after writing that, I was only at about 80 words. I then had the daughter see the mother, and the mother simply noticed how the daughter’s eyes were so much like her father’s eyes. Then I thought, “Why can’t they actually BE the father’s eyes?” Then, “Why not the father’s actual voice?” And that got me to 100 words. Thanks for reading.