52 Writing Prompts

  These orchards extend as far as the thin dark tree along this line, said Didi. I nodded thinking should I pretend to understand and nod along or ask clarifying specific questions because let's face it there were a lot of thin dark trees that seemed to fit along the line she was pointing at. I decided to hold my horses and questions for now. It has been a while since we had gotten a chance to talk to each other without interruptions from people around us or life in general. There was always something more important to do than to listen to each other's inanities or ramblings. I missed having the luxury of rolling my eyes at something my sister said as I was talking or listening to her on the other end of the line in one of our long long conversations on the phone. With life and increasing demands on each of our times from spouses and kids and work and did I say life? Those long conversations became shorter and less frequent. The problem with that is then you start thinking abou...

It was the dead of the night. Or was it? It could just as easily be the silence of the wee hours of the morning. She had flows halfway across the world and after a full day of being out and about she had crashed on the upper bunk of her niece's bunk bed. She had felt her niece being unhappy and heard her objections about not being asked faintly and as much as she wanted to respond she felt unable to open her eyes. Slipping into the abyss of exhaustion and jet lag and ...escape? At that point who could tell and who cared. This time in life was not about asking a lot of questions and soul searching. This was about keeping one foot in front of the other and rolling with the punches. So in that bone weary tiredness there was a piercing ring of a bell that got through the haze of her consciousness. It was her sister's cell. She wasn't sure whose. She had two. Sisters that is. She heard muffled conversation from across the walls. Her eyes flew open. In a few minutes her sister wa...