While browsing in search of some creative writing prompts, I happened upon #WritePhoto hosted by Sue Vincent @ Daily Echo. Every Thursday she posts one of her photos to use as a prompt/inspiration for your writing that week. Your piece can be inspired by the photo provided, or you can use your own photo, if you’d like. I thought this was a really fun idea and I couldn’t wait to participate.
For my first week participating, I decided to use the photo provided for this week, which you can find below, with my short story to go along with it. I hope you all enjoy this short piece! Any and all feedback welcome! (Warning: slightly graphic content.)
#WritePhoto – March 22, 2018 – “Carved”
Under the pink skies of dusk, Lonnie sags against the carved well, one of Mother Nature’s most unique and inspiring creations. After the long haul to the sacred spot, her lungs were burning, legs weak. Today’s trek wasn’t as easy as usual. This particular load was large, hefty dead-weight. Not the typical for Lonnie, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices.
Taking a moment not only to rest, but to collect her thoughts, her mind takes her back to the first time she discovered the well. Always a lover of the outdoors, Lonnie had developed a cherished bond with Mother Nature. Beautiful creations like this were made specially for her, as a thank you for all the good she’s done, all the people and families she’s helped.
Snapping back to reality and the task at hand, she reaches for the bundle of plastic and cloth and begins to pull. She tries to be as graceful as she can. After all, a mess to clean up is the last thing she wants. A smile washes over Lonnie’s face at the familiar rustle of grass and sand beneath the dragging load, assuring her one final time that she’s a good person. Most would even consider her a savior, wouldn’t they?
She makes it back to the monument, struggling at her attempt to lift the load. If only she can place it vertically against the stone, her job will be as good as done. Hair falling in her face, fingers and arms sore, Lonnie is finally able to get it. This is it. She’s ready.
When she snatches the frayed cloth from the top of the now vertical bundle, she sees a bloody face, eyes carved out of their sockets, staring back at her. No longer bothered by the grim looks of the dead, she begins her usual “good deed” seance…
“This… is for choosing to be blind. This… is for blatantly refusing to see the beauty in life. This… is for the existence of humanity. This… is for Mother Nature.”
The body is pushed over, down into the depths of the carved well… along with all the rest.