Crumble Crunch

Joy: Crunching leaves underfoot on a bracing fall day.

Prompt: A deaf woman cannot hear, and a blind man cannot see. Imagine if you lost all sense of touch, completely. What would life be like?

What if you were born this way?

Yes, those are new watermelon sprouts, from seeds buried in May.

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Prometheus and Methuselah

Joy: Lighting a fire with pinecones and matches.

Prompt: You are 40 years older than you are now, perhaps very old. You visit a national park on vacation with family but step out along the path a ways- something caught your eye. A lost child is there. You cannot tell which way the path lies now. Continue.

Rattling Scaffolds

Joy: propping your feet up at the end of a long day.

Prompt: Think of a coping skill you use fairly often, like playing dumb or deep breathing. Think of a time this created a humerous situation and write about it. Convey the humor as clearly as possible.

(Hi, little stick bug hitchhiker!)

Preparing to Be Born

Zen Flash

 In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replies, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.” “Nonsense,” says the other. “There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?”“I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths.”The other says “This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.”

“Well, I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here.”

The other replies, “No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the…

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