Hope everyone has had a wonderful week so far, but now it's almost over and that means that it's once more time to bring you a couple of new prompts courtesy of the prompt guru, Comicfan. Hopefully one of these two prompts spark something for you, if it does, make sure to share it in the Writing Prompts Forum and maybe we'll feature it next week in the Friday Prompt Me!

Prompt 322 – Creative
Tag – Date Night
Things haven’t been going well in your relationship. The spice has gone out of it, but you are still in love with your mate. In order to get the fires going you plan a special date night. What is it?

Prompt 323 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“Can I talk to you?”

We don't typically get poems as responses to the prompts, but last time we did. Since it's kind of unusual, I decided to feature Layla's poetry response to Prompt #321:

The cactus was on fire
In a vast ocean of sand it was hard to miss
The swirling tongues of flame reaching towards the sunrise
Melding somewhere in space and time alongside all of that cerulean blue
I came out here to escape the unexpected
The hedgehog pruning roses on the front lawn was the very last straw
I didn’t mind when he danced with the garden gnomes
And it was kind of cute when he popped out of the geraniums and scared the crows
But I draw the line on doing my gardening for me
Those are the only moments when I can get peace and quiet around this zoo
Lord knows the computer is never silent
Not with its constant beeping to warn me of emails
and mooing to let me know an AIM message has arrived
I was coming to hate the dinging of the message board bells
Those damn things always seem to go off when I’m hard at work
Scaring me into some strange tizzy of movement
Arms jerking, spilling my coffee and gashing my hand on a corner of wood
There’s a band-aid on my palm from that misadventure
And another on my foot from where I dropped that broken clock
I’d been meaning to throw it out anyway
And at least it skipped like a rock when I bounced it across the lawn
What the hell do we need time for anyway when we have the desert
Where there is more sand than we have lifetimes to count
An endlessly ever-changing oasis of ripples and dunes
And snakes that wait beneath rocks, rattle and strike
then shimmy back into the shadows again
Watching the flames on the cactus dance as minutes and hours tick away

Hope you enjoyed Layla's prompt response!

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