A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting!
Tired of walking in the same three parks
I decide to go for a drive
halfway across the Bridge
I get off where two islands:
one natural, one manmade,
called the Hochelaga Archipelago,
are as beguiling now
as then they were
back then, when
Man and His World
to Expo 1967
Just because it is pretty
Montreal Casino, formerly the French and Quebec pavillions
View of Old Montreal at sunset
Pont de la Concorde linking St. Helen’s and Notre Dame Islands
Montreal Biosphere, formerly the USA pavillion
What day is it? Wednesday! What’s so special about today? It’s the first day of spring! And? It’s Friday Fictioneers Day with none other than yours truly’s photo taken on New Years Eve. So what do I do? Tell a story about July, 1995… because yanno… why not? Plus there was a ferris wheel – just not this one and there were fireworks so…
Thank you, always, to Rochelle, for keeping us coming back week after week. Of course, when you use such fantabulous photos 😉 … I jest, of course. Do join in on the fun, why don’t you? Just click on the blue froggy below to add your link.
What a great date that was. They took his old, navy Celebrity, parked in the shopping centre and walked to and across half the bridge. A couple of miles of hand-holding, laughter and getting to know each other better.
They rode rides like a couple of kids, not thirthy-somethings. They ate junk food and rode some more. They watched the fireworks from the bridge in the rain.
Walking back to the car, they laughed and kissed and held hands.
In the trunk of that old Chevy was a blanket and sweatshirt.
She knew then he would always keep her warm.