Picture Prompt #11
I didn’t realise how long it had been since I did a picture prompt writing exercise. Considering I have fifty two to complete, you’d think I’d be more on the ball with it, but if I haven’t had the inspiration or motivation, then it’s like forcing blood from a stone.
My goal was to do one a week for a year using pictures I have taken each week as inspiration. Well, I shall still do fifty two, but unless I write about twenty in one month, it’ll take longer than a year *I’m not writing twenty in a month*.
Today’s picture is of my husbands shoes. Why? I don’t actually know why they inspired me for a story, but I’ll roll with any inspiration I can get my hands on.
The Blind Date
“So, how was it?” Nina asks, bouncing around with excitement. “You were sat in his car for ages. Did you kiss him? You did, didn’t you? You liked him. Did you give him your proper number? Did he give you his?”
“Let me get my coat off,” I say, laughing. “It was amazing. Yes, we exchanged numbers, and yes, it was my actual number.” Nina’s eyes grow wide as her smile stretches from ear to ear. “And yes, I kissed him.”
She lets out an ear piercing shriek. “I knew it. Was it cheek, closed lipped peck, romantic, or full on frenchie?”
“Are they the only catergories? Umm, a mix between the last two I think.”
Another ear splitting scream. “So, when was it that you knew you liked him? I mean, everyone has that one moment during a first date when you know. Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
I hadn’t really thought about it. The date was so relaxed, that it was a gradual, organic kind of understanding between us. However… “When I saw his shoes.”
“His shoes?” She scrunches her nose as if my response isn’t interesting or saucy enough
for her wild imagination.
“Yeah, I guess. He wore a suit, and my first thought was ‘oh, here we go’, but when I looked down he had on a pair of tatty, canvas trainers. I don’t know… I guess I found it kind of adorable.”
Nina slumps in her chair a little deflated. “He wore a suit and canvas trainers on a first date? He didn’t happen to be called Dr.Who did he?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Now you come to mention it, I did see him disappear into a blue box.”
A lot of my WIP and my writing exercises of late have been dark. I wanted to write something a bit fun and fluffy. Of course, I had to get a Dr.Who reference in there.
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