Inspiration? I’ll give you inspiration.
If there can be a snowstorm that shuts down Washington, D.C. in March, then anything at all can happen. Carpe diem. And make it yours.
I received an email suggesting that perhaps there should be a story today, considering the weather. Here's my entry from 5 minute fiction last week -- a bit of flash based on the prompt, "tell about a first kiss."
It was 14 years ago this week. I wore blue jeans and my black turtleneck. (It was 14 years ago, remember.) I’d been up all night, worried sick about you. There was a man down the hall who kept coming to the door with the weirdest questions. I finally told him to bugger off. But I still couldn’t sleep.
The sun came up. I don’t see colors so it didn’t look special. But it felt special. I knew it was the day we’d be together. If everything went okay.
And it did. You made it. Everything was okay. I held you and kissed your forehead and stared down the world already coming at you and I promised that nothing would ever happen to you.
Happy birthday little girl. I love you.