Merriman-Webster defines it as "incapable of being explained, interpreted, or accounted for." Usually I find some artwork for the prompt that covers all three. This week, I thought it would be fun to do one piece of artwork for each prompt since we didn't have a photo.
Rick's Free Write
Inexplicably, the house was quiet. Really quiet. Eerily so.
Jean-Luc sat up in bed and rubbed the overnight sand from his eyes. Looked around in the semi-darkness. No sign of Rochelle. Her side of the duvet was pulled back. The dog, Russell, was gone too.
No sounds of children getting ready for school. No smells of saucisson cooking for breakfast. Not even murmurs of people passing by on the street.
J-L tossed the duvet back, struggled to his feet, feeling the pain in his back, and stumbled toward the living room.
He called out. No answer. They must’ve gone to the school. Including Russ.
He decided to make himself some eggs and bacon. Plus a croissant, lathered in butter, and prune juice.
Ate, showered, brushed his teeth, opened the door to check the weather, dressed in jeans, heavy sweater and trainers.
Still no Rochelle. He’d walk to the school, meet her.
The streets were surprisingly empty. Not a soul. And this was marché day, not Sunday. Where is everyone?
Finally, in the village square, J-L spotted a solitary and very old man sitting on a bench. “Where are all the people?” he asked him.
The old man did not answer. Just pointed to the sky.
J-L looked up toward the mountains. And saw the drones. Hundreds of drones.
D-L-s Free Write
When Jason told Marsha he was leaving her for another woman, it was inexplicable to her why.
She'd thought that their childless marriage had been fine. As the months went by, she began to think of all the things she hadn't noticed.
Jason, although he always returned her hugs had stopped dropping kisses on her head as he walked by.
Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond singing You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore was her introduction to introspection.
It wasn't just flowers. One Saturday golf game turned into a four a month.
They still chatted about Democrats and Republicans and answered invitations from friends. Usually the men and women broke into two groups so Marsha didn't see it as a problem.
The hurt lessened over time. She began to see their marriage through his eyes and her neglect of him.
Because they had never really fought, the divorce had been relatively afterwards, inexplicably pleasant, at least for a divorce. After the divorce hearing, they went for a cup of coffee
As she walked away, she was surprised, inexplicably surprised, that it felt okay.
Inexplicably,
My mind is empty,
Nothing flows from my pen,
No explanation for the inexplicable.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be more motivated and you can add it as an addendum.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.
Visit D-L.'s website https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She 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
Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
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