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?

Image Prompt 047 – Florida & Ireland

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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 046 Response – The Watcher

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I picked the image of the tunnel for my sprint this time around.  I was writing this during a write-in and we were doing ten minute sprints, so I wrote this in two sections and decided to try out two narrators.  A quick copy edit later, and you have the below scene.  I hope you enjoy.

The Watcher:

Xavier stood at the end of the tunnel waiting for the last of the daylight to fade.  None of it could reach him as long as he stayed near the door.  Melinda had warned him not to walk very far.  Even indirect light could be harmful.  It had been years since he’d seen even this much sunlight in person.

As the sun set, the lights seemed to brighten in the tunnel, making it an almost cheerful place.  It wasn’t quite sunset yet when someone slipped into the tunnel from outside.  The figure wore a heavy coat with a voluminous hood, so Xavier could tell almost nothing about them as they slowly walked forward.

“Who’s there?” the hooded figure whispered when they noticed Xavier.

“A keeper of the watch,” Xavier replied.  That’s what Melinda had told him to say to anyone who came into the tunnel.  Those who answered appropriately were to be allowed inside.  Those who did not were to be run off if harmless or detained if a threat.

“It has been a long time since the watch was kept,” the hooded figure said.  The voice was still soft, it’s timber somewhere in the tenor range, which told Xavier precious little about who stood before him.

That wasn’t the answer Melinda had told him to accept, so Xavier tensed, ready to deal with this intruder as needed. Continue reading

Image Prompt 046 – Edinburgh and Tunnel

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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 045 Response – I’ve Already Trained One

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I chose the picture of the two cats on the piles of boxes for my twenty-minute sprint this week.  A quick copy edit later, this is the result. I hope you enjoy.

I’ve Already Trained One:

Angelica peered over the edge of the box she sat in, waiting to see when the door would open.  The large hairless cat would be back soon. She and Jonathan preferred to have eyes on the door when he did return.  It was good to know when the bumbling creature was around.

“Did we leave everything prepared?” Jonathan asked.

“We rearranged the items in the tiered beds room,” Angelica replied.

“And the large bed room?” Jonathan asked.

“Of course,” Angelica replied.  “I always do that first thing in the morning.

“Our dishes were properly filled today,” Jonathan mused.  “Yesterday was reasonably successful then.” Continue reading

Image Prompt 045 – Cats and Ireland

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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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