So, I’ve been playing
around with writing prompts trying break up this never ending bought with
writers block. I got a few paragraphs in before the wind in my sails died. I
like where my story is heading, just got to find a way to get there. Stay tuned
for part 2.
PROMPT: Write about a character who can’t laugh.
She
stands there, toes at the edge. Peering over the cliff. She ponders what the
fall will feel like. “Will it make me feel weightless?” She smiles at the
thought, for it seems like she has been carrying the weight of the world on her
shoulders for far too long.
Standing
there, eyes closed, arms spread wide open, she begins to lean forward when she
hears an unfamiliar voice. “Excuse me, Miss.” His voice was warm, rugged, and frantic.
Again,
he repeated himself a bit more emphatically, “Excuse me, Miss!”
With
her eyes still closed, she lowered her arms and turned to face the stranger.
She opened her eyes to find a man with the most alluringly troubled expression
on his face. No one has shown that much concern for her in ages. He was
standing within arms length, as if he were prepared to leap after her.
She
stood silent.
They
gazed at each other in the peacefulness of the twilight. They said nothing, but
you could hear everything… The sound of the wind through the leaves. The crunch
of debris on the forest floor as the birds and squirrels search for their
dinner. These sounds, in all their beauty, would’ve made a great soundtrack for
her fall.
“Miss,
it isn’t worth it. It is never worth it,” his virile voice broke their silence like
shattering glass, but she found his voice oddly soothing.
“You don’t
know my pain. I can’t explain how bad it hurts. You couldn’t even begin to
understand my living hell,” her voice shaking as she keeps the edge of the
cliff in sight.
“We can
change that. Have coffee with me,” he said, offering his hand for her to take.
“How
can you offer me something so simple as a cup of coffee and expect that to
change the unending misery?”
“Right
before you got here, I was going to jump too,” with a gleam of hope in his eye he extends his hand to her.
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