welcome readers & writers, and thank you for your reading and writing participation! special thanks to Chuck Galle, krowles1981, Christa and Brian Potopowitz for your contributions to yesterday's blog.
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well, it's photog friday again! aren't you excited?!? today's photo prompt was contributed by my friend Mark Webber, a gifted artist/painter who teaches in the art department at Marywood University in Pennsylvania. thank you, Mark, for such an interesting photo; i can't wait to see what stories, poems and creative non-ficiton rise up in response! writers, write away and then click on comments below.
here's my spin on mark's photo:
Whitney tried to avoid the vapid gazes of those stone babies. Unfortunately, the quickest route from the active dig to the outbuilding took her right by them. And anyway, even on the days she managed to avoid them, she dreamed about them. Only, in the dreams, their eye sockets weren't empty; they were full and pure white. And the baby heads were laughing. Or sometimes crying. Or one was laughing while the other cried. Either way they seemed to want something from her.
Whitney knew how unbelievably lucky she'd been to win a position as one of two interns assigned to the dig for the summer. She'd learned more in a couple of weeks than in her three years of college thus far. But there were days when she was so hot and exhausted that she just wanted to fly back to Nebraska, crawl into her old four poster bed and sleep for a week before reclaiming her usual job as a lifeguard. Just about now, she thought, the pool would be closing and the gang would be heading out to someone's parents' house for pizza and movies.
"Phooey," she said aloud to the babies.
In the next beat she could have sworn she heard, in stereo, baby belly chuckles. She shrieked and sprinted away as quickly as she could, not slowing down until she was back in the company of her fellow intern and the folks who'd dug up the little boogers in the first place.
250(ish) words or less. come write with me!
