Day 44 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 44 of the daily prompts:

Garden

The path between the mossy stone columns opened into a magnificent, vivid garden. I had seen nothing like it, and this had been a misstep on my way home. There was no one around except me. I walked past the flowerbeds with flowers that rose higher than my head. The sweet scent was intoxicating, filling up the air around me.

How could the garden be here? I had walked this path thousands of times, but this was the first time I had noticed the magical place. I circled the Cypress Tree to a pond with Koi fishes. The Koi didn’t seem to mind me. They swam around, diving under the leaves, only to emerge at the other side of the pond. I sat there on the grass, watching them swim and dive and swim and dive. There was no sense of time here. There was only the moment and the graceful movement of the fishes.

Foretold

She brewed the tea to perfection, and the kitchen was filled with the fruity scent. She poured the tea into a cup and headed into the little foyer, where she held her saloon. Her customer was already waiting for her fortune. She lowered the teacup to her and waited for the woman to finish her drink before she drew the cup to her hands, observing the patterns the tea leaves left behind.

She frowned. She always told her clients about good fortune, love, and care, but she would be lying if she said anything of such a sort now. There was a clear warning of doom, not some minor hick-up, the worst kind.

She swallowed and opened her mouth, only to draw her words back.

She tried again. “You are going to die,” she said.

Meteor Shower

The falling stars, as people so often thought them, rained against the dark sky. He couldn’t keep up with how many there were, but there was enough to make the meteor shower the biggest of the decade. He smiled as he pressed his back against the hood of his car. The warm autumn night was perfect for watching meteor showers. He was glad he had come out.

The sky flared bright yellow and orange, making him jump up and watch in awe as something had hit the valley below him.

He hopped into his car and drove towards the landing site. His heart raced from the odd chance. This shouldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be this lucky. Or he couldn’t be lucky enough to find the drop site. What he thought he had seen could be hundreds of miles off. Yet, he felt the meteorite had dropped exactly where he was driving.

He turned onto an old mining road and kept driving fast. He couldn’t believe his luck. At the end of the road was a huge burning crater. He stopped the car and hopped out, leaving the car lights on. He should have called this in, but this was his, and he needed this.

He edged the crater. He didn’t have to go too far to see it. To See the UFO.

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

I scooped my cat on my lap today and went to a sofa to have a cuddle. He pressed his forepaws against my hand, and it felt so good. It’s the small things that make a great day. I sometimes forget that. It’s too easy to forget that. Chasing after great things, the bigger wins, the grand adventures, and so on clouds my judgment too often. I’m used to getting those fear-infused moments when climbing that I don’t know what’s normal anymore. The mundane days feel off. Or so I have noticed lately, and I think that’s not a good thing. I need to find my way back from that. Doze of fear is a good thing now and then, but I do that four times a week in high intensity, so it is no wonder my body feels off.

Yesterday, I managed to write my book. Whenever I write, I feel like I’m fulfilling my purpose, yet the strange brain we humans have, and I have too, keeps me away from writing too often for my liking. There’s something weird going on with our brains and how our minds are formed. I know that it’s part of survival and instincts and all that, but still, I insist that something went somewhere horribly wrong. Why can’t humans be balanced creatures? Why is there an inbuilt restlessness? And why are we capable of doing all the horrible things to ourselves and each other?

I will go and get myself a banana milkshake and start writing. There’s nothing else I can do.

Thank you so much for reading! Have a prolific day!