Wednesday Photo Prompt: Suzanne

from Elephant's Child

Suzanne straightened the review mirror, catching a look at her watery eyes.  This is it. Words filled her mind, as she turned the key and left the driveway.  What will happen? What if…

The country road was one lane, one long empty lane.  Suzanne had passed years on this road, knowing every bump and every curve. A lump filled her throat and tears slowly rolled down her cheeks…  She had never driven so far with such thoughts.

The side view mirror reflected her face and the road behind.  Never noticed those trees before…lush…green…

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Suitcases in the back seat shifted and fell. Suzanne pulled over just as she approached the yellow Yield sign.  She turned the car off, shifted gear into neutral. The country road stopped at this main two-lane road. Yield?  Which direction?

Her reflections from rear view and side view mirrors questioned her.  She turned the key, put the car into gear, and stepped on the gas pedal.

Some very talented writers have given time and talent to challenge writers to take a leap away from other projects--be challenged by the prompts they create.  This week's photo prompts are from Susan at Of Every Moment.com.  Two very different photos are posted at Elephant's Child.  Please pop over and write something.  You may post it in her comment section or at your own site, linking it back to her.

David in the Library again

David's library

David found himself in a belligerent mood, stormily striding to the Library.  The entertaining outer façade matched how he viewed his parents: shallow, fake, and idiotic.

Giving his backpack a big heave-ho, David growled as it settled next by the leather chair hidden in the corner. The next edition of Lord James St. John was in reach. 

As he always, David thumbed a few pages into the book.  …hate introductions, hate …hate dedications…

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“…the burial chamber stank…but there it was, in its own sarcophagus, an excellent….of mummification….not ancient mummifying…., but one….skill of modern surgery. Even the scent of ether lingered in stale air.

“Lord James peered closer, observing…evidence showed that this mummy definitely was prepared by…to make evident stratify of his elite...to resemble ancient mummies…skull had begun to calcify by some unknown…This corpse was no more than three years old.”

This makes me angry!!

David leaned back in the leather chair, his mind agitated.  This is about the dullest Lord James Book I have read so far.  What in the world was the author thinking?  Or was he even thinking?

Tossing the inadequate book in nearby trash can, he decided, Time to terminate this, head to Starbucks. They have Wi Fi.

Wednesday Words have been a bit of a zig-zag with some delightful bloggers filling in for Delores at Under the Porch Light as she did battle with her computer. Many kudos go to all those who ran the race with Delores.