So my back hurts. Which means I’m not running. Which means I’m bored out of my mind. Which means I found a random, online writing prompt generator, poured myself a glass of vino blanc from a box and got down to business.
Here is the link to the prompt generator, in case you are also injured and bored.
My challenge was to write 150 word comedy about an Art Director in the desert and incorporate a leash and the line “Do not leave me.”
Enter Byron and his camel companion….
“Well, at least there aren’t snakes,” he thought grimly. Everything went wrong up to this point, but no Indiana Jones snake pit meant things could be always be worse. Not much worse though. His bare thighs were chafed from walking and his sore feet kicked sand up at the back of his legs, making it feel like little bugs from hell were lunching on his impossibly sunburned calfs. His $200 white t-shirt clung to his sweaty chest, a browned and aromatic catastrophe, while his khaki linen pants were turbaned on top of his bald head. He hadn’t thought to bring a hat.
Byron trudged on, tugging a camel by the leash in one hand and carrying the amulet in the other. He had recovered King Nebukah’s lost amulet and it only cost him: 4 days of hiking through the desert, a run in with a cactus, a standoff with grave robbers where he kept his life, but lost all his gear and this god awful sunburn on his head. After everything he went through, he’d give the thing up gladly for a cucumber mask and a vodka gimlet. “Fuck this stupid amulet and fuck this sand and fuck me for wearing pants without pockets.”
Parched, exhausted and mentally plowed, he stopped suddenly and sat down hard in the sand. He let himself have a momentary tantrum; pounding and kicking the sand and screaming. In his moment of weakness he threw the amulet in anger, immediately regretting his decision. He had been working out a lot lately and was a baton twirler in college. That thing went far.
Byron collected himself, let go of the Camel’s leash, looked the beast straight in the eye, pointed at him and said, “Do not leave me.” He stumbled off in the general direction of the priceless artifact.
Who else is up for the challenge? Write your own version or generate your own challenging prompt and post in the comments!