PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford
“So tell me what we’re looking at?” asked Amelia, clipboard and pen at the ready as her wife Grace stepped past, black cocktail dress hidden beneath the newly acquired lab coat. Behind them, the night staff of St. Gregory’s clustered around the yellow tape marking off the far corner of the hospital car park.
Amelia sighed, they’d been having such a lovely date night.
“Well it’s not man-made,” said Grace, crouched down in front of the mess of crystal implanted in the tarmac. “It looks like it grew here.”
“Grew?” repeated Amelia.
“Yeah,” frowned Grace. “It looks familar, almost like——-
“It’s representative, not literal,” shrugged Noah, arms folded, watching the journalists clustered around his newest exhibition. “The idea just came to be, like a bolt of lightening on a clear day,” he smirked.
“Or a meteor at three o’clock in the morning,” snorted Poppy, his daughter. Tucked away towards the back of the exhibition she was out of earshot.
“I wanted to examine the complex, nature of human life, fractures yet still one whole.”
“You’re first words were awesome… it’s so shiny.”
“I really poured myself into this piece. Blood sweat and tears.”
“You had me dig it out.”
Now I’m really hoping that I’m not going to get in trouble for posting two responses to this prompt, but I really wasn’t sure about the first and the second sort of just popped up immediately after. I also wanted to use the same title for both pieces and it makes life less confusing if there aren’t multiple posts on a blog by the same title I find.
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