Happy Monday everyone! In North America, this was a holiday weekend, with Canada Day on Thursday and Independence Day in the US on Sunday. Of course, we can’t forget the countries who are celebrating their independence today, which are Algeria, Cape Verde and Venezuela. I hope that wherever you live, you had a great weekend.
As always, don’t forget the Summer 2021 Young Writers Contest going on right now until August 31. If you or someone you know are interested in entering, click here.
The challenge of Muse on Monday is to write a short story and use the elements listed below. If you’re 18 years old or younger, you can submit your story using this link for a chance to have it published next Monday when the new prompt comes out. You just need to submit it before 12:00pm EST next Sunday.
If you have an idea for a prompt for a future week, please send it to me at email@example.com! It can be in this form or anything else.
We have another picture prompt this week. Write whatever story you think of based on the picture. This picture was taken in the airport in Korea.
Story Prompt: July 5, 2021
CONFLICT: losing a phone
OTHER ELEMENTS: any
And now, a story based on last week’s prompt, which was this picture:
Yardima was traveling along concourse B when she saw the first people she had seen in 2359 days. It had been 2359 days of plugging herself into the charging port (still functional), checking for updates through the Wifi network (always none) and traveling her programmed route through the airport terminal to see if there were travelers she could assist.
It was a group of 4 people. They had large backpacks on their backs (too large for carryon luggage) and held guns in their hands. Yardima sent a text to the security office to check on it. She waited the pre-programmed ten seconds for a response, then sent the message again. Still no response.
The four people were not wearing flight crew uniforms, so they were probably passengers. All four looked dirty and wild but travelers, especially international flyers, often looked a little wild, so this did not bother Yardima. She went towards them, displaying her most friendly face.
“Welcome to Ataturk International Airport,” Yardima said. “Can I help you find anything?”
The group of four looked at each other, then back at the robot. “Food,” one said. “And water.”
“Of course. There is a convenience store 78 meters in front of you with a variety of drinks and snacks.” She pointed down the concourse to a shuttered storefront blocked with overturned benches. “There are also several restaurants on this concourse, the closest being 24 meters ahead.” Yardima pointed the other direction, towards a hole in the outer wall of the terminal. Through it, black clouds roiled and rain pelted down onto piles of wrecked passenger jets.
“Thanks,” the leader muttered and moved towards the convenience store.
“Make sure you have your boarding pass ready to scan at checkout,” Yardima called after them.
One of them paused and touched Yardima on the head, brushing off the collected dirt and debris. Yardima flashed a smile and a heart on her face-screen.
“It’s kind of cute,” the man said. “We should bring it with us.”
The others did not respond and finally the man hurried to join them.
What nice people, Yardima thought. She wondered where they were traveling to. Maybe this would mean more travelers would return to the airport soon. She checked the Wifi network again for the latest departure and arrival information.
Happy writing and have a wonderful week! Come back next Monday for another story prompt.
2 Comments Add yours
This has such a George Lucas feel to it David. A compliment. Love when they say…food and water. Even they knew, less is more and essentials are essential. You’re such a gifted storyteller. 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
LikeLiked by 2 people