Today’s writing prompt is a picture. Here’s my response.

What is she looking at in the sepia evening light?
I imagine the narrow paved lane outside her window. Small cars purr around smart young men and women on growling scooters, well-fed children shout in play, black-clad nonnas hobble their way to evening mass, and harassed mothers rush homewards with baskets of end-of-day market bargains. The air is arid, dusty, bearing scents of gasoline, a blocked drain under the rusted downpipe, a fa...
Published on January 14, 2023 04:01