Happy Friday, Y'all!!!!! Hope everyone is looking forward to the weekend, I know I am! To help start your weekend off right, it's time for some new prompts. Hopefully one of these great prompts will inspire you, and don't forget to share your responses (at least a link) so that they can possibly be featured next week. Also, as always, remember that prompt responses under 1K have to be posted as part of a collection.

Prompt 524 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following in a story – a beach blanket, a sandwich, a bottle of water, a broken shoe, and a bird.

Prompt 525 – Creative
Tag – A Life Delayed
At twenty-seven you put your life on hold when your mother’s health declined. It was a long time until she passed, only for your father to follow in her footsteps. You never thought of yourself, but now your life is your own again and you are now forty. What happens now?

For this week, I decided to feature the responses from Prompt #522:

“Please, I have to see him.”

 

The hospital worker stopped dead in her tracks, peering into the shadowy corner under a small overhang not far from the hospital’s entrance. The hole in the zombie’s throat had widened since the last time she saw him, causing his barely audible voice to whistle as most of the air he used to speak escaped through the opening in his trachea. The greenish tint to his skin was even more pronounced, as was the stench. The virus was progressing quickly.

 

The woman gagged and paled; her skin almost alabaster against the cerulean blue hair dye. “I don’t think that’s the best idea,” she stated hesitantly. It had been two weeks since the putrid creature had given her his son for safekeeping.

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‘Please, I have to see him.’

 

Of course, his vision of loneliness, despair and his zombied self had to hit him the moment he had needed all his strength to stand up to the man who represented everything he loved in men, and everything he hated in them.

 

Visions of his archenemy pretending to be his loving mother, pleading to see him. The feeling of abandonment and coldness. A feeling of the past, the future; the present?

 

What a blow. He took a deep breath.

 

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