Second Campaigner Challenge

Do one or more of the following:

Prompt 1
Two people are sitting together under the remains of a concrete bridge. Their backs are against a rusted bridge support. One person's leg is cut. The other person has wet hair.
Prompt 2                                                                                                                                  Prompt  3




Prompt 4                                                                                                                                  Prompt 5





 Below is my 200 word story /flash fiction piece (there may be 201 words), response. I have written outside my usual genre and have used all 5 prompts above!   Second Campaigner ChallengeDo one or more of the following:1.Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts(less than 100 words)2.Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200words based on the prompts3.Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration(in less than 200 words)4.Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence basedon one of the prompts5.Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words)about the water pear *without* using the words "pear", "spoon", or "droplet".For added difficulty/challenge:•Complete at least three of the above activities and tiethem all together with a common theme (feel free to either state the theme inyour post or leave us to guess what it might be)•Write in a genre that is not your own•Ask Challenge entrants to critique your writing.A  Time Remembered I gasped forair, as I looked down at the deep cut oozing blood from her leg.  We had been lucky to escape the officerspatrolling the foreshore! Casey had caught her leg on one of the sharp, brokenedges of the bridge, as we jumped into the murky water!I could feeltiny trickles cascading down my back from my wet hair as we both sat together,our backs resting against what remained of the now rusted supports of the oldconcrete bridge.  I can remember happierdays as a child running along the bridge, as clear blue water rushed beneath.  I would chase my ball, as my parents watchedthe magicians' cast their magic's, entertaining the crowds with tricks of swirlingsmoke and spinning water. A completecontrast to the view today! As we sat together recovering from our ordeal, Icould see only sadness, as young children sifted through rubbish looking forwares to sell at a local market, to gain money desperately needed by theirfamilies."What'swrong?" Casey was looking at me with concern in her eyes."It'snothing, I was just remembering a time from my past. You're the one I should beworried about!"