Writing Prompts Day 20

Day 20 of the daily prompts:

Tiara

The diamonds glistened in the sun’s rays from the opened cave rooftop. He swirled the tiara in his hands and watched the loot forgotten there by pirates. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With it, he would be as rich as a fool, and the rest of the treasures would make him mad.

He dropped the tiara back with the other loot and closed the rotten trunk cover, listening as the rusted metal creaked shut.

Riches weren’t for him. He liked the cold water on his bare shins. The small fishes swimming around his feet in the clear water were real. Diamonds were a dream that fools dreamed about and made to matter. They would bind him into a reality that had no true value. Now, he was free to roam and marvel at the seconds as they rolled by without the constraints of being something others defined as worthy.

Lawyer

She had been busy with the leak cases filling her desk from top to bottom. She pushed her coffee cup under the drip coming from the ceiling. It felt like an ironic remark from the universe that the sunken city didn’t care about her and her clients, that she, as a lawyer, wasn’t any better off than her clients.

She opened the first file her secretary had left there. It was a family of four, and their windows were dripping water at a rate that would soon cause them to drown or be forced to leave to the sanctuary of the water refugees. The desk was full of stories like that. There was no money to fix it, and the whole process of moving back to the surface wasn’t exactly easy or free. People were getting desperate, and that meant mistakes were made, and lives were lost.

Movie Scene

Her hands flapped in the air like huge red lobster claws. He looked at her transfixed, not caring about the awkward moves she was making to escape reality. He was in love with her, and all she wanted was to go back to the time when she was a child, and nothing weighed her soul down.

The Prompts are from the book: A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

Happy First of May! I don’t know about your country, but we have this working-class bank holiday here. People drink mead, eat donuts, and drive around in old cars. So I took a long morning and napped, and now I need to get myself ready to go climbing.

Now that I have started writing these prompts, I am much more creative in other aspects of my life, too. I feel everything more vividly and intensely, like someone took the blinds off. Also, it feels like I have found myself again. I notice all the small details. The Mallard swimming in the old ditch, the bloom of the Cherrywood, the birds flying across the sky. All those feel more real than the troubles we humans invent. The ideas we so dearly hold on to and impose on reality: money, value, and what a good life should look like.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!