Day 109 Ruminating And Writing

Triangle

She measured the space with her feet, following the line the indentation had left. It was a perfect triangle pressed onto her crops. Her neighbors had alerted her that someone had been messing with her fields. She climbed to the roof of her barn and watched as her field was run over by crop circles. The perfect triangle was there along with the other symbols. It was an elaborate hoax. Someone had too much time on their hands.

She sat on the roof, watching the symbols and wondering who to call. It was not like the cops could do anything about this. But she needed an official report for the insurance company. But she was sure they would dismiss the claim for loss of income. This was not a natural event, and the police had to deem it a crime for the insurance company to care.

Maybe she should charge people to come and look at the symbols on the barn roof. It was peaceful here. A few songbirds sang in the nearby tree, and the road was unusually quiet for this time of the day. The city folk might like it here. Not to mention the UFO nuts. But she didn’t want her barn on those lists, and if she called the cops, the word would get around, and she would be another UFO destination. There wouldn’t be an end to it. And people would talk and associate her with the UFO stuff. She wasn’t sure if she believed or not.

She squinted her eyes and tried to read the message. All the mathematical symbols made perfect symmetrical sense, but not in a way she understood. She looked up at the sky and wondered if they truly were made by a UFO. The statistics suggested that life could exist out there, but why would they come here and interfere with her crops?

Heavy-Metal Concert

The old lady stood in line. He heard the whispers spread around her, all wondering why she was there to buy the tickets for the heavy-metal concert. She had her flower dress on, and her hair was curled into perfect waves, as his grandma had done too.

“Ma’am,” he heard someone ask. “Are you lost?” they added.

The woman straightened her back and said, “No.”

“No? Ma’am, this is a line for concert tickets,” the speaker insisted.

“I’m here to…”
…

I’m unsure how to complete the prompt. I can’t seem to find the catch, why it would be so odd or uncommon for an elder woman to buy heavy-metal tickets, or where the story might lead. If she befriends the liners and goes on adventures with them, that’s too long a prompt for me.

Embarrassing

I draw a blank with this one. There are a decent number of embarrassing things that have happened to me, but I struggle to find one to write about. The last embarrassing thing I did was mix up the names of two friends. I always call them the wrong way around, and they always correct me. But they always laugh and wait to see if I mess up the names.

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

I woke up early today. I have to leave soon for an appointment in another city. (After the appointment, I plan to go to a bookstore. Let’s see what kind of haul I will get.) I feel sharper than I have in a long time. Waking at 5 am, I felt good. Still, I struggled with the prompts. I couldn’t relate to any of them. I barely managed to get the Triangle piece out. Only when I thought about crop circles did the story make sense. The heavy-metal one was forced, and I feel bad leaving the text as it is. It’s awful.

I feel like today wasn’t the best of my writing. Hopefully, tomorrow will be different.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a splendid day!