Free Write

 

Rick's and D-L's writing was done at home for the first time to avoid the heat and humidity. It was Julia's prompt from Switzerland and she named the prompt Perception. "What is it????"  Rick and I wondered. Her Free Write answered our question but we didn't learn that until we'd done and entered our pieces. With luck next week we will be in the same country to do our Free Write.

Julia's Free Write

Take an inanimate object and place it in front of a group of people – what do they see?

Everyone’s perception will probably be different depending upon a multitude of factors.

Age

Older – a lovely piece of wood with a leftover what?

Middle-aged – oh the Pacman of my youth

Youth – weird

Young child – my leftovers from breakfast

Other factors: culture, nationality as well as a multitude of others.

Someone will perhaps see a half-eaten crepe or pancake: a mystery writer might develop a story of murder and half-eaten faces; a baker something made for Halloween, and so it goes.

And I, what do I see?

A crepe made with love for a grandson who seems to have a somewhat artistic bent.

We shall see – perception.

Julia has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/ 

D-L's Free Write

Fred, the Yorkie, was barking at something in the sand.

Martha walked over to it as the dog circled his find, tail between his legs and emitting low growls.

The beach was deserted, the summer people having taken their towels back to their jobs and classes. This was when Martha loved the beach most.

She found a stick and poked at it. A raindrop hit her cheek.

There were two holes that could have been eye sockets on some strange skull. Poking the stick in one socket, she picked it up despite her fear of germs. Then she laughed. It was some type of crust. For a pastry maybe?

She held it down so Fred could sniff it. His nose twitched a little before he lost interest and walked away.

Martha took it home and put it on her wooden table to take a photo as a memory of her walk. 

D-L,  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased  at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504

 Rick's Free Write

It was Jack’s 1st attempt at homemade tacos, maybe his last.

The dough stuck to the pan and when he managed to rip it off with a spatula the resemblance was to a Halloween pumpkin scare face, or the Pillsbury Doughboy as Phantom of the Opera.

He’d been living alone for a few months now after the separation, and had tired of always eating out, so he started trying to cook for himself. The YouTube videos and internet recipes blurred in his mind, and he hated to bother with measuring cups, teaspoons and milliliters, so now he would just wing it.

The concoctions were usually edible, if ugly. Most could be salvaged with a splash of Schwartz French fry seasoning.

Jack had also abandoned coffee and took up tea. He hated the taste of instant coffee, and making a pot of fresh for himself was too much bother and clean up. Plus, the Starbucks was a half mile walk and expensive.

Tea was boil water, throw in the teabag.

At least he was trying, somewhat. At least he wasn’t resorting to TV dinners from the WalMart grocery.

Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.