Image Prompt 052 – Snow Day & UK

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 051 Response – Meeting at the Castle

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I chose the image of Edinburgh Castle for my twenty-minute sprint today.

Meeting at the Castle:

Calum settled against the stone wall and watched the crowd.  This was probably not the smartest thing he’d ever done, meeting up with a friend from online that could be anybody.  In theory, he was meeting Matthew Evans, graphic artist and maker, who was in Edinburgh for some kind of conference for independent business people.

The castle had seemed like a good place to meet.  Very public, always reasonably crowded, and safe because there was a lot of folks who wanted to make sure the castle itself was properly preserved and protected.  Also, it was swarming with tourists and no one wanted tourists getting hurt.  It was bad for business.

Matt had said that he’d be wearing a bright blue jacket and that he’d have a messenger bag covered in art buttons.  In retrospect, Calum wasn’t sure how great that was for spotting his friend.  There were a lot of blue jackets and a lot of people with buttons on their bags.  Calum was wearing his usual dark gray pea coat, so he wasn’t any easier to spot.  He did have the bright copper hair which wasn’t quite as common in Scotland as a lot of folks thought.  He’d also positioned himself in a good vantage point, and told Matt where to find him.

There were four guys in bright blue jackets coming up from the parking lot.  Two seemed to be with other people, but two of them seemed to be alone.  Calum spotted a backpack on one of the others, which probably meant it wasn’t Matt.  The other was walking straight toward Calum and there was a strap across his chest that could have been a messenger bag.  He had sandy brown hair that was cut business man short and bright blue eyes.

“Calum?” the guy asked as he stopped a little away from Calum.

“Matt?” Calum replied.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling and stepping in to offer Calum his hand.

“It’s good to meet you in person,” Calum said, taking Matt’s hand.  It was warm, and a little bigger than Calum’s.  Matt was taller than he was too.

“I’m really glad you agreed to meet me,” Matt said.  “So many people are too nervous these days.”

“I did pick a public place,” Calum pointed out.

“Even I insist on that,” Matt said with a laugh as he let go of Calum’s hand.  “You want to explore the castle a bit while we’re here?”

“Yeah,” Calum said.  “It’s easy enough to chat while we walk.”

“Great,” Matt said, stepping out into the flow of others moving into the castle.

Calum followed, trying to stay with Matt as the crowd moved.

“So do you do this kind of thing a lot?” Calum asked.  Matt seemed comfortable, and his comment about people not always being willing to meet made Calum wonder.

“I wouldn’t say a lot,” Matt said.  “Once or twice a year I’ll be traveling for something and be near where an online friend is.  Not all of them are willing to try meeting up.  I understand and respect the caution they have.  I could be anyone, and just because we get along great online doesn’t mean it will work well if we meet in person.”

“I tend to be largely the same,” Calum said.  He didn’t believe in hiding who he was in real life or online.

“Me too,” Matt said with a smile.  “Some people can be painfully shy in person but do just fine online.  And a few online friends have been willing to share with me that they’re disabled or ill in some way, so getting out and meeting people isn’t really an option for them.”

“It’s good that they have online then,” Calum said.  “It’s hard to be isolated.”

“It is,” Matt said.  “I went through a few years when I was ill and had to stay home all the time.  It made me a little nuts before my parents let me online.”

“You seem far too social to have handled that well,” Calum said.  Matt knew everybody in their little online community.  Calum suspected he was like that in person too.  One of those people that everyone knew and everyone liked.

“Maybe,” Matt said with a laugh.

“So what else are you doing while you’re in town besides the conference?” Calum asked.

Image Prompt 051 – Chimney Rock NC & Edinburgh Castle Scotland

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 050 – NC Sunset & UK Stone Bridge

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 049 – GA Renaissance Festival & Wales

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 048 – Boone & Edinburgh

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It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

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Image Prompt 047 Response – The Final Step Beyond

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I selected the image of the tower in Ireland for my sprint this week.  Twenty-minutes of writing and a quick copy edit later left me with the below scene.  Enjoy!

The Final Step Beyond:

Cillian sat on his headstone and waited.

Well, sat was a bit of a stretch.  He hovered just above his tombstone positioned like he was sitting.  It was as close as he could manage these days.  At first, he’d been able to interact a bit with the physical world, but now that he’d been dead for more than a century, he passed through pretty much everything, inanimate or animate.

It made for an exceptionally boring life most of the time.

At least he could still people watch.  It was by far the best thing about his particular graveyard.  It was a famous old church, or the ruins of it anyway.  There were always busloads of tourists wandering around.  He might not be able to interact with them, but he could still see and hear them.

Today there seemed to be about four different groups milling around.  One bus had off loaded about thirty white-haired elder types.  The next had a wide range of ages, including children, many of whom wore the same shirt.  He thought it was an advertisement for some kind of religious group.  The third might have been some kind of class trip.  They at least all had British accents of some kind or another.  The fourth was the smallest group, with only about a dozen, mostly in their teens and twenties.  They’d gotten off a smaller, dirtier, yellow bus.

None of the groups seemed to interact with the others.  They only spoke to people in their own group.  He watched them all take pictures and point at things, but most of them stayed up near the still intact parts of the building.  Only a few of those from the last group in the little yellow bus came down to walk among the graves.

Cillian noticed that people didn’t seem to have much respect for graves anymore.  They walked along not carrying where their feet were or whether they were standing over someone’s final resting place.  Granted, the paths weren’t maintained any longer, and the world seemed far less religious than it had been in his day, but it made his sad to watch people walk over so many graves without any concern at all.

That’s why it was so fascinating when he saw one of them purposefully walking along the bounds of the graves.  She kept her eyes on her feet to make sure she was stepping properly between resting places, never disturbing those who might have been resting below, or as Cillian above, their last place of peace.

She walked all the way down to the wall, stopping there so she could take pictures of the tower.

Cillian floated up a little, turning so he could continue watching her.  It had been decades since he’d seen anyone care about where they stepped.

She lowered her camera and turned back toward the graveyard.  Her eyes swept across the grassy area before coming to rest on Cillian’s headstone.  He knew she had to be looking at the stone, because it looked so much like she was looking at him, but that wasn’t possible.  No one could see him.  That wasn’t how the afterlife worked.

She raised her camera again and took another photo before she started picking her way across the graveyard once more.  Cillian watched as she approached his grave, carefully walking between the others until she was standing close enough to read his tombstone.

“Cillian O’Brien,” she said aloud.  “Is that who you are?” she asked, looking Cillian in the eye.

Cillian stared at her.  Surely she was just being fanciful.

“Can’t you talk?” she asked.

“You think you could hear me?” Cillian replied.

“Of course I can hear you,” she answered, smiling at him.

“No one’s ever heard me before,” Cillian said.

“Really?” she asked.  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Cillian just stared at her.

“It must mean this country has been without a guardian for some time,” she added.  “I’m glad they sent me along.”

“Guardian?” Cillian asked.

“Yes, a guardian,” she replied.  “Humans seem to think we’re some kind of special angel.  But really, we’re just caretakers for those who have taken the first step beyond.”

“Never heard of them,” Cillian replied.  Was he actually having a conversation with a living person?