Back

@Michaelvaliant
I was driving my father's Chevy Caprice without his permission. He never let me drive it so I took the opportunity now that he's out of town. Then I saw her. A witch. She was doing some ritual with a BIG bird. There were lights around them. She was levitating. What kind of ritual was she doing and how did she got the permissions if witchcraft was so regulated? And were did she got that bird if those were extinct? And why is she looking at me if I'm hiding?

@Michaelvaliant

Today's prompt (4 Feb): caprice

My friend, shattered by a breast cancer diagnosis in her late thirties, dwelled on the questions, "Why me? Why now?".

Helpful counsel led her to understand it was due to evolution and the randomness of nature, rather than the caprices of a vengeful fate. The answers to her questions were meaningless; the answer to "What life shall I now lead?" was more meaningful.

@Michaelvaliant
#Promptodon #WritingPrompt
Imani could never understand her mother’s #caprices. Her mode swings were so random that Imani learned to anticipate them, like a knee that always ached before a storm. And like storms, Imani avoided them as she grew older.

Juanita’s second sight was faulty; often terrible, with mere hours to change the future. She saw mostly what she already knew — the life of a black single mother was hard, and Imani might be her only success.

@Michaelvaliant And oh Clarice, I still don't know what caused my sudden Caprice. It was a startling change, to be sure, for which there was no cure. It didn't happen overnight, but the parties lost their delight. I know you continued on without me, and now that you are gone, the feasts are you're only legacy. I know I should remember more about you, but I suppose that I had different things I must needs pursue. If you are out there in the blue, Just know I now think of you.