Day 59 Ruminating And Writing

Echo

The silly echo of all that was said and done swirled inside my head. I tried to shake it off, drop it to the curve, and hide, but it stayed there with me. All I could do was to seek those echoes that made my mind calm. Leave things behind that tormented me for days to come. The silly echo inside me. What a thing to carry with you.

Siblings

He kicked the pebble on the ground and watched it swirl onward. His big brother stood there mute and fighting against the tears, wanting to come out. They both tuned out their sister’s voice, which went around in loops about how their father had died, how this was a warning, and how both brothers should change their lives around, or they would end up like their father. He loved his sister, but she was clueless. Their father had died because that was how all the men went in their family. So it would go. It was their curse.

Happened

I’m not sure what to do here. So there’s no third prompt.

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

It feels so odd sometimes to allow myself not to do all the prompts. I feel proud that I can do that nowadays. A few years ago, I wouldn’t have allowed myself to do so, and I would have gritted my teeth and done them, most likely stopping writing the prompts altogether at some point. Now, as I see these more like a possibility than a must, there is more freedom to write as I wish. I think there’s a lesson to be learned for other things there. But that would be too conscious of me, and we don’t want that, do we? Now, I can hear Smeagol speak inside my head about precious things. I need to fuel the Smeagol, we likes it.

The cat tried to sit on my lap while I was writing. She doesn’t like it. I think the movements of my hands annoy her. So now I have to go and make it up to her before I head to work.

See you around! And thank you once again for reading ❤ Have a precious day!