Here lately, I’ve been struggling to think of things to blog about. There are a lot of things happening in the world, but most of them are political. And I don’t do politics. Mostly because I probably disagree with a large number of people and I don’t have the time or energy to deal with the inevitable foolishness of those that want to make personal attacks via the interwebs.
So while I was cleaning the other day, I came across a book I literally haven’t picked up since I bought it FOUR years ago:
This book has pages and pages of writing prompts, ideas, quotes, and inspiration for writing. And I thought: “Hey! Why not do a feature each week with a short story? This will give me something to blog about and keep my writing skills up to snuff!”
That’s exactly what I’ve decided to do. Every Wednesday from henceforth will be: Writer Wednesday. I’ll pick a prompt from the book and write a short story for your amusement (or chagrin).
Let’s get to it! Today’s prompt is:
He helped me into the car. I didn’t know where we were going. I was excited at first; this mysterious trip had obviously been planned for a while. I saw him on the phone, talking softly into the receiver a few days back. He caught me looking at him and flashed me a grin. Surely we were going to a wonderful locale.
He didn’t take me on too many trips. We normally just stayed home. I think he was a little embarrassed by me. I couldn’t blame him; there were some things I had done in public that most people wouldn’t dare do. I didn’t care what other people thought of me, though. He loved me and I stood by him, for better or for worse.
We piled into the car. He turned the radio on and started singing, patting me on the shoulder when I looked at him. It was a nice out, so he rolled the window down. He knew how much I loved to feel the wind whipping through my hair. I breathed in deep. I loved the smells of summer. I could actually taste the burgers someone was grilling a few blocks away. My stomach growled; when had I eaten last?
We drove for what felt like forever. The scenes were vaguely familiar; like I had been this way before. I started to get a little anxious—where were we going? I looked over at him for answers. He said nothing, just smiled at me and rubbed my cheek. His touch soothed me, so I relaxed a little. I closed my eyes and let the wind rush over me.
Suddenly, I felt the car stop. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see where we were. I let out a moan as I made out the letters on the sign:
“Dr. Spool, Veterinarian.”