He insisted on dried beans for payment, but only the garbanzo beans would do. One day he’d find the right one.
Every petal fluttered to the floor as he pulled the flowers from the box, leaving him a handful of stems. The card simply read “For you.”
No one could explain where the box in the glitter wrapping paper came from.
He dropped the turkey on grandma’s lap.
Taking the rest of the week off. Have a lovely holiday!
What went into the oven isn’t what came out.
I was at a preview of the new exhibition “Under Pressure” at the Bellevue Arts Museum, and one set of pieces were variations on a theme, which got me thinking. Why not do something similar with a writing exercise?
Here’s one take for you to try if you’re feeling stuck.
• Your MC rides the Greyhound Bus from her home in NYC to St. Louis.
• Your MC intends to ride the Greyhound Bus from her home in NYC to St. Louis, but gets off somewhere in Ohio.
• Your MC says she’s riding the Greyhound Bus from her home in NYC to St. Louis, but in reality she starts sleeping on a bench somewhere in Manhattan.
• Your MC hitchhikes from her home in NYC to St. Louis because she can’t afford bus fare.
• Your MC gets on a Greyhound Bus in NYC intending to go to St. Louis, but meets a stranger on the bus and follows the person when they get off in Ohio.