Thanks to those who joined us in August's 300 Words, where we had some fun exploring summer adventure with the paragraph prompt:
"It was my last week at the beach cottage and I was sure as heck not going to waste it ..."
All my time since has meant diligently plying solitude and peacefulness with a Royal Quiet Deluxe typewriter and a Peet’s coffee cup as my companions. The scenery changing as new Rorschach images appeared; painted onto the cup by coffee drips, glistening and then drying like paint. The tall, white, handmade ceramic cup with downward inward sloping sides rests firmly on the desk. The handle, just the right size for my fingers and thumb, comforts me. Coffee, carefully ground and brewed at each refilling is deserving of the utmost care. Despite that care, even the tiniest spillage over the cup’s lip and down the side presented a gifted artistic creation.
With my departure time near, I deeply contemplate today’s coffee hued drip drawing. I see hidden desires with immense possibility. Sensing my fingers comfortably fitting the typewriter keys, dancing from key to key, often in unexpected ways, the writing unfolds to reveal the story untold. Often, in search of a new dance partner, my fingers take up an embrace with a charcoal pencil and begin a dance on the sketchpad. An unusual magically choreographed dance now appears; dare I go outside?
Now's the time to get our heads off the beach and back to class. Let's contemplate our return to school days (or daze?) with September's 300 Words challenge (due September 22nd by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org) starting with this sentence:
"The classroom door swung open and heavily hit the wall with a reverberating thud ... "