I used to belong to a club that used prompts (created by members or pillaged from literature or popular culture), in timed writing exercises that we would share whether they sucked a lot or were spectacular.
Sometimes, the offshoots of these exercises move me, inspire me, or give me the feels. This one did all of the above.
“Why are you lonely?”
That was the prompt.
Here is my response:
“I have two hearts.
One light.
One pitch dark.”
I invite you to play if you’re willing.
Why are you lonely?
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