I loved this prompt. Thank you for sharing it. I held the space to write for 8 minutes...small spaces are helpful.
The mobile signal goes out first. Spotify quiets and the heads in the backseat look up wondering what happened, the screens disrupted in tandem.
We descend the last hill into the quiet valley my parents live within. I had a bedroom here, but it wasn't my home. And yet, because they live here, these two people who give me unconditional love, it is where I go when I want to feel home.
There's a park across the street and a main street beyond that and the entire scene fits in the composed rectangle made from thumbs and pointer fingers. If you squint it looks well maintained, maybe even quaint. But when you get close you see how it is more about what once was than what is.
I exhale here. It's not trying too hard and it lets me do the same.
I loved this prompt. Thank you for sharing it. I held the space to write for 8 minutes...small spaces are helpful.
The mobile signal goes out first. Spotify quiets and the heads in the backseat look up wondering what happened, the screens disrupted in tandem.
We descend the last hill into the quiet valley my parents live within. I had a bedroom here, but it wasn't my home. And yet, because they live here, these two people who give me unconditional love, it is where I go when I want to feel home.
There's a park across the street and a main street beyond that and the entire scene fits in the composed rectangle made from thumbs and pointer fingers. If you squint it looks well maintained, maybe even quaint. But when you get close you see how it is more about what once was than what is.
I exhale here. It's not trying too hard and it lets me do the same.
That has got to be one of the sweetest writing homes ever... garden's not lacking either.