I selected the image of the ruins for my sprint this time. I had so much fun with it that I kept working on it too, so I expect there may be more snippets from this piece as I continue with what is developing into a novel idea.
The Silo, a Storm, and Wings:
Ian climbed up the crumbling stone steps carefully. He knew he should have gotten someone to come with him, but he’d promised to send pictures of the old silo to Nina by today. He’d gotten plenty of shots from down below when he came last week, but she’d talked about getting a shot from up within the ruined castle through one of the windows or a crumbling whole in the wall and he wanted to get her one like that.
Ian glanced up at the sky. The clouds were gray and heavy, promising rain later and possibly a storm. He needed to hurry.