Ten minutes writing prompts based on the picture.
Eric pushed his still-damp hair from his face. She noticed he smelled faintly of cedar and fabric softener. The silence was broken only by their footsteps. She touched his arm and said, “Look.” Before them was the old barn of their childhood. As they approached the barn, a squirrel scampered over a log. Dirt and damp grass gave an earthy smell. The last time they were here it was summertime, but now the fall air was biting. “Do you think our secret box is still hidden in there?”
“I don’t know.”
He pushed the door, and they crept in. A cobweb fell across her face. The air was dusty and without much sunlight, she couldn’t see everything before her. A sort of deja vu feeling came over her and she….
A fuzzy pink tinge along the horizon showed that daybreak was drawing closer. Clair stretched her arms over her head and then walked towards the dock. Hearing only the rustling of the trees behind her, and her bare feet, the silence was broken by a fish that leaped out of the water.
The sky lightened very slowly, and Claire felt like the air itself seemed to be quivering with anticipation. The lake seemed to be imbued with a mysterious glorious light. Sitting on the edge of the dock, she glanced down at the green mossy poles below her. She didn’t want to break the spell as the sun rose and she watched silvery beams of light dance off the lake.
Rubbing her arms to warm herself, she was suddenly reminded of why she was here in the first place. A memory forced itself to the surface of the first time they came to this lake, but now her mother was gone. She tried to hold back the tears, but her eyes started to fill.
Now, it’s your turn. Find a random picture. What do you see, hear, smell, touch, or taste?
Happy writing!