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 A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
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Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
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| Prompt: Reedsy Prompts has an interesting one this week. Write a story with 1000 words or less but since this is a blog post let's try under 300 words. The prompt I'm choosing is a combination of two prompts--- tell us about someone's life that doesn't go as planned while they're on a plane or train. I know all of us in Blog City are talented.. let's see what you can do. ------------ The Detour Seat 14A, window. Daniel Mercer settled down on his seat, this Thursday morning, after he boarded Flight 417 to Chicago. His goal was to attend a job interview that could move his life forward, and this was his plan. Daniel had always liked plans. His life was built on them: calendars, reminders, neat folders labeled with the future he expected to live. When the engines hummed to life, Daniel opened his folder once more, reviewing notes about the company. Everything felt organized, predictable, safe. Just the way he liked it. Thirty minutes into the flight, the captain’s voice came loud and heavy through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, due to severe weather in Chicago, we’ll be diverting to Minneapolis.” A ripple of groans moved through the cabin. Daniel stared out the window. Minneapolis? His interview was in four hours. His careful schedule crumbled in that instant. He tried calling the company, but there was no signal. For the first time in years, he had absolutely no control over what happened next. The elderly woman sitting next to him asked kindly, "“Important trip?” “Job interview,” Daniel sighed. “Or at least, it was.” She smiled gently. “Life has a funny way of editing our plans.” They began talking, then. Her name was Maggie. She had once been a music teacher, she told him, and she was traveling to visit a granddaughter she hadn't met yet. For the next two hours they shared stories, laughter, and the small bags of airline pretzels. By the time the plane touched down in Minneapolis, Daniel felt strangely calm. His phone buzzed as soon as they reached the gate. A message from the company appeared. "Due to weather, today’s interviews are postponed. We’ll conduct them virtually next week." Daniel laughed out loud. Maggie patted his shoulder while she was walking with him. “See? The story isn’t over yet.” Daniel nodded, looking around the busy airport. For once, he had no plan, but somehow, that felt like the beginning of something. Now, until the next flight back, what could Minneapolis offer him for this night? . |
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