NaBloPoMo Day 23: My Dear Little Storm Cloud

Visual Inspiration Writing Prompt by Strangling My Muse: “Let this image engage your muse. Write a paragraph, a short story, a poem, a memory, a journal entry … or whatever you feel inspired to create.”

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My friends have a verb that applies specifically to me. Apparently, I tend to opine darkly about situations. I call it being realistic. But, sometimes, they will look at me, interrupt what I am saying, and inform me:

“Daria, you’re storm-gathering again.”

As if I were out with a basket, harvesting storms to heap on their heads.

Visual Inspiration – Photo Prompt

From Strangling My Muse:

What was I supposed to do? It just fell open and everything started happening! Cities with skyscrapers built of spindly black lines sprouted up, coordinating suburbs circling in on themselves in their cul-de-sacs further down the page. Little drawn people of all shapes and sizes and, apparently, professions began running hither, thither, and yon, some even going so far as to traipse off the pages and scamper off into the library in search of their own private heaven in the guise of the science, education, or fine arts sections. How am I supposed to find them and put them back? Oh, no, no, no! No Ark exodus! No, come back!