1. Imagine I say the word ‘red’.
Write down the first three words that come to mind.
Wine, hair, blood.
Now incorporate the
three words in a ‘short short-story’ (250 words) prompted by the cue:
You are
sitting at your writing station with your back to an open window. You suddenly
feel a chill.
I stared at what I had written.
It was equal parts a suicide note and a
confession. I had tried to wipe off as
much of her blood as I could, but red stains covered the page I was writing
on. Perhaps it was poetic. She always
did find a way to mess things up. I read through what I wrote again, before
shoving it aside.
Standing up, I felt dizzy and tottered towards the
kitchen.
We had been in the middle of dinner, when the
argument started. As per usual, it was
about money. I had brought home an
expensive bottle of red wine because I was in the mood to celebrate, Irene had
taken one look at the bottle and her expression darkened. I knew trouble was going to be happen but I
didn’t care. Work had been especially
brutal and it was Friday, I wanted to have fun, she on the other hand, wanted
to fight.
I had tried to keep control, but when she started talking about my mother, I finally snapped.
I grabbed a frying pan and my wife ended up on the
kitchen floor.
Looking down at her, Irene’s red hair made it hard
to see where the blood was seeping from.
I was now a widower by my own hand.
Voices started, unbidden.
Escape!
Get rid
of the evidence!
Turn
yourself in!
But in the end, there was only one solution.
I turned towards the open window.
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