Writing Prompt: The Joys of Travel

The travel Gods, it would seem, are against me. For the second time this week, I’ve run into trouble whilst attempting to journey between London and Edinburgh. I arrived early, already checked in with my boarding card in hand. For the first time in months of frequent travel, neither the heels of my shoes, the under-wire of my brassiere, nor an innocuous if slightly bling belt buckle have triggered the metal detector. This, usually having the effect of a keen, if unnecessarily intimate security guard in cropped hair and shoes of conspicuous comfort handling me in the most vigorous manner.

Today, metal-free and carrying only my laptop, I scooted through security without incident only to find my flight delayed by 2 hours at the other end. I dropped my shoulders, bought a new journal, two books, a pint of lemonade (with ice) and a plate of pasta to see me through to dinner in London. (the pasta quite creamy but the garlic bread better suited to driving nails than to human consumption).

The retail therapy is my only defence from creating a scene of air-rage. Two days ago, I missed a flight altogether merely by being misheard by a taxi driver.

“Paddington Station.” I said.

We ended up in Farringdon, which for those of you who don’t know London, is at the other end of the city. The consequence of this mis-communication whether by my inability to enunciate or through his inability to interpret my North American accent, was a missed train to the airport, a missed flight, new ticket to be purchased at an inflated price, a hotel bill and general annoyance.

So, are the Travel Gods out to get me or am I just unlucky?

Although this is a bit of an irritation, it is by no means a catastrophe. Everyone has had a bad journey. Whether its lost luggage, missed flights, being stranded in a foreign country, sea sickness on a ferry crossing, etc. Tell us about your worst travel nightmare.  Where were you going? What happened and how did it affect your plans?

Note: Can you believe it used to be nothing but walking or horse back as an option?

When you consider all of the travel options available for getting from point A to point B, its a miracle this isn’t more common…

flight, hotair balloon, cars (yes, that means taxis too), Horseback, Boats (row to speed), walking, trains, bikes, etc…

Writing Prompt: The Joys of Travel

Writing Prompt: It’s Not What You Think

I’m sitting in a bar on the Grassmarket nursing a pint of Peroni. My eyes, swollen with tears attract attention from anyone who either approaches in an attempt to share my table on this busy Friday night or who see me as a potential conversationalist. Neither stop, put off by the red in my eyes and the furrow in my forehead.

I imagine what they must be thinking and snigger. The truth is, despite the dramatic and uncontrollable animation of my eyes there’s nothing wrong at all. Well, there is a bit, but its more aesthetic than emotional. I’m waiting on my own for a while until the appointed hour when I’ll meet a friend for dinner. I left early so I’m having a post-work drink on my own while I wait. That explains the solitude.

As to the tears, also not what you think. To the casual observer, I’m a girl on her own in a bar, have a tear-streaked face, a half-consumed pint and am writing in a journal. (they don’t know this is going to make it online when the opportunity permits) Here’s the truth, I’m careless. I fell asleep with my contact lenses in and upon waking up gave my eyes a rub. The lens scratched my cornea, only slightly but this means glasses and no contact lenses for a week, eye drops every day,  new glasses on order (the ones currently on my face are not only terribly out of date, they are no longer fashionable), and most importantly an endless supply of tears until my eye decides to heal itself.

It just got me thinking about all the stories people have. Behind every scene, every action, every snapshot of life is a story and its almost never quite what you think.

Oh, just had a deja vu, have I written this before?

So, here’s the prompt. Look around until you see something that interests you. Put a frame around the scene with your hands and construct a back story for what you see. If you’re feeling brave ask your random, striking story victim about themselves. Were you close? Bet not…

Write a background for what you see and tell us about it in 1,000 words or less or try writing a story around this theme.

Writing Prompt: It’s Not What You Think

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