Writing prompts take us on a journey of words. There are times when you think a story can't be told unless you use more than the required number of words. So, you just write in hopes of being able to manipulate the word count later.
Do you include all the words? Do you cut and trim? Do you leave them hanging, wanting more?
I found this challenge needed to capture a whole story and embarked on writing each small chapter to include the prompt, and each has been penned with equality in the word count - 99.
Do you include all the words? Do you cut and trim? Do you leave them hanging, wanting more?
I found this challenge needed to capture a whole story and embarked on writing each small chapter to include the prompt, and each has been penned with equality in the word count - 99.
Chapter One
 | “Whoa, backup, stop!” How many times had those words interrupted conversations while travelling down the road? He smiled to himself, wondering what it was this time his wife had seen that brought her camera to her eye. An animal? A bit of scenery? A glint of light off the dew sitting on a leaf, caught sparkling when the sun lifted its head over the trees. A surprise to both of them, sometimes, when they saw the result on a bigger screen. He never tired of her enthusiasm, the sparkle in her eye, that smile, when she said, “Got it.” |
Chapter Two
| Her voice was now only a memory. Echoing in his mind while he drove to their favourite places. How had he missed the signs she was not well? She never gave an inkling all was not right in her world. Pulling over, he nosed the rig off the shoulder into the ditch. Had he seen something worthy of her eye? Smiling, he remembered how she would explain to him what it was she had seen, before clambering out of the truck to wander. Moving in tiny steps until she caught sight of what had prompted the “whoa, backup, stop”. |  |
Chapter Three
 | He sat staring out the window, watching, waiting, but for what? Should he backup, or like her, get out and wander? His heart swelled with the pain of his loss. The meadow that had made him stop blurred from his eyes overflowing with jewels of love. Wiping away the tears, he opened the door, picking up her camera from its place on the passenger’s seat. “I’ll just have a look around.” He whispered into the quiet emptiness. He grinned. Click, click, click. The sound of the shutter shattered the silence. “I got it, hon” he whispered, “I got it.” |
| Ann Edall-Robson Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience." | Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - February 28, 2019 - Write a story that includes the term backup. |
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