The BEST Writing Prompt Ever — Plus a Writing Contest!

I know I’ve told you before about the park near our house where Dog and I like to walk. Truthfully, as far as parks go, it’s not much to brag about. But it’s serviceable and allows Dog a good run.

It’s also a nice place to walk if I need a bit of inspiration. Case in point, what I saw this week:

UnderwearAlright, so what’s the story here? What causes a person to throw their underwear up in a tree? And before you immediately leap to something scandalous, remember this is a park within easy view of a major city street. (Also, this is a G-rated blog. Well, most of the time.)Sign

On the other side of the brick wall are a number of thorny, desert plants and a sidewalk about eight feet away. So, pretty sure the underwear disposal happened on this side of the fence.

Also, you can’t tell from the photo, but the underwear is covered with little peace symbols. I think that should somehow play a part in the story.

I took a picture of the park rules, to give you a few guidelines. You’ll note that while we must keep Dog on a leash, there is not a rule against nudity.

For a bit of fun — email me your submission and the selected story will be highlighted on Feeding on Folly next Wednesday (Nov. 18). Added challenge: the story must be 500 words or less.

Deadline for submission: Tuesday, Nov. 17 at 8 p.m. MST.

The best part of this is that it will give me a chance to test my brand new Contact page — see it there? Way up on the menu bar? Click there to submit your story.

Ready … set … write! 🙂

8 thoughts on “The BEST Writing Prompt Ever — Plus a Writing Contest!

  1. Reblogged this on LadiesWhoLunchReviews,etc and commented:
    I thought I had submitted my entry to the contest, but, as usual, operator error! I will get the hang of this computer, I swear!

    Here is my entry, better late than never?
    Twas the week before Thanksgiving and I’m a bit surly

    For the holiday season was starting much too early,

    I decided to walk Dog through a nearby park

    Where his only interest was on those things squirrely.

    We passed joggers dripping from the evening heat

    With most of them looking entirely beat.

    When what to my wondering eyes did I see

    But a peaceful bustier, up in a tree…

    I assumed it was a jogger who had gotten too hot

    But thank goodness we saw no one without her top.

    Dog and I started for home and were nearly out of sight

    When we heard Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night!

    (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)

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