For years now I’ve been using writing prompts to help spark some creativity and to just plain have some fun with. The idea is you take some random objects or lines of text (usually from a deck of prompt cards or lines from a writers website) and write for ten minutes without stopping to edit. Here’s one.
Prompt words: Arch of Stars
Prompt song: Jose Gonzalez, ‘Heartbeats’
His lips touched hers, was his answer to her question of ‘Why do you love me?’. The sky was laid out in an arch of stars, stretched out as capsules of sprinkled light, all begun and done again throughout time. The scratch of sound of that cricket somewhere made them smile again whenever the words stopped sounding from their locked lips. It was always the cat somewhere on the back porch who beckoned them to feed her. But from this there was simply love. But beckoning in its own calls was the world—from the chill of the night on her shoulders (which his skinny arm kept failing to keep her warm; another ‘Baby’ from her to console him); from that cat again, its frustration mewed between stretches and yawns; from the empty bank account, the electric money never collecting dust enough to call it theirs, but still (still) there was hope, on and on, that it someday would; and from the families of the two, the quarreling and the fighting, the anger and accusations on both sides enough so much to make the other blush for the other, with their apologies not collecting dust either in their minds. Nothing settled and cooled in these times. She asked him that night, ‘Will it be better?’ and he cried tears of joy when she said this because they knew the answer without having to kiss, without having to hug or touch or look in each other’s eyes: the answer was Yes. But the ‘When?’ never came, never. Because it was here. Because it wasn’t a matter of When, it was a matter of How Much More Often would this moment last—in this, their small moment in the wheat fields on a starry starry night. “Play it, Cat Stevens,” he muttered, and she smiled and twanged the invisible strings by her belly and giving him that smirk of love, her eyes gelled with old tears.