I have felt so sporadic in my writing as of late dear readers. These writing prompts have so far been the form of writing I have been able to extract from myself.
What do you do when you can’t write/read/function as you usually do?
I just catch the sight of it as it descends from the pocket of his long dark coat while he rounds the corner.
My mouth opens to call out to him as I move to reach it before anyone else.
Grabbing it, I skid to a halt around the bend only to find a street entirely devoid of life. I look around in disbelief. Where could he possibly have gone?
I lower my eyes to the wallet, the worn leather soft against my palm. The edge of something peeks above the fold and for some reason, I find my curiosity willing my fingers to pick at the corner of it.
As I slide it from the folds of the leather, my lungs tighten as if being squeezed from within by an unseen hand.
It can’t possibly be.
There’s a person posing in black and white in the foreground, behind them is what can only be a Zeppelin.
My eyes zoom in to catch up to what my lungs instantly realized… the person is me.
This was quite a fun prompt for me literary lovelies. My brain played ping pong with what the object in the wallet was actually going to be.
What would the object in the wallet have been for you? I look forward to hearing your thoughts in the comments below.
Till next time!
Postscript: Tell me about your current favourite song?