chalk

4/27/2018

The white chalk line meandered down the pavement. It slithered over the curb, avoiding the gutter with a delicate swerve. Pebbles it could overrun. Cracks added interest. Feet only scuffed the surface. Puddles, however, were to be avoided.

The line curled itself into letters: Max was here, Johnny loves April, SMILE. A short detour left behind a drawing of a cat. A few quick lines and a blank sidewalk transformed into a game of hopscotch. Children laughed. The chalk moved on.

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carolyn O'Doherty

When the muses refuse to come out and play, free writes are one strategy to try and trick them into coming back. Sometimes I use prompts, sometimes I just start putting words down on a page. The short pieces posted here are some of my favorites and, yeah, I spent way too much time finding photos to go with them. Shout out to pixabay, openphoto, and stocksnap.io for their huge array of copywrite free images.

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