Hump Day Kick Start – Wet & Yummy Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.



You may have heard there was a tropical storm that came on shore in Southeast Texas yesterday. It has been nothing more than exceptionally rainy in my area. And because of the recent Memorial Day flooding in my city, we do not need more of the same. The upside? Beautiful green grass, vibrant flowers, and today’s prompt.

So tell me about him. Who is he? What or who is he looking at? What is he thinking/feeling? Broody lawman? Bad boy of a fight club? Is he watching his insufferable, yet sexy girlfriend stomp down the road after an argument, letting her think he wasn’t coming after her?  Maybe he is reflecting on the life he just took. Was it just, or not? Could he be hell-bent on breaking the wild mustang and the pretty cowgirl who wrangled the horse in the rain?

Grab a slicker and tell me your take, or just “caption this photo”.

10 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Wet & Yummy Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    I don’t know much about Elmo, but I did overhear this snippet of his conversation with a shapely blonde female who seemed enamored at his appearance:
    Elmo: “you mean this is the first time you’ve seen man cleavage? Seriously?”
    Blonde: “well…”
    Elmo: “Okay, show me yours and let’s compare…”


  2. jbrayweber says:

    LOL…you do a lot of eavesdropping, Jeff. Ley me guess, the blonde ask you to, right? 😉


  3. Marie says:

    Meanwhile, back at the ranch..
    Drake was resting. He had spent the night wrangling his prize studs and needed to back to the ranch and grab some shuteye. But he knew that once he crossed the bunkhouse threshold, he would have to face her..the rancher’s daughter, Destry.
    Destry was a looker, alright. That dark mane of hair, trailing down her back and those lips. Those lips were meant for kissing.
    Destry had defied her father and had pursued Drake with a passion.
    Drake was tempted by Destry, but he wanted to remain honorable and reach his goal which included owning his own ranch in the near future.
    Destry was waiting for him, back at the ranch.
    It was nearly dawn and he saw her in the bunkhouse doorway.
    The night was not over. He needed to choose. Would it be Destry, the ranch or both?


  4. jbrayweber says:

    Good for Destry for not giving up. He’s a stud worth wrangling. Love the ambiguity, Marie.


  5. Janey Mack says:

    Did he invent the airplane? Cause he seems Wright for me.


  6. jbrayweber says:

    O.M.G. That was so bad, it’s funny, Janey. 😀 Thanks for the laugh!


  7. Sarah Andre says:

    Hello friends!

    This is Chase Gregorio, an EMS technician who was hiking the Rockies on his day off with his girlfriend of six months. Somewhere in these last two hours he’d made up his mind to break up with her.

    Things hadn’t been going well for awhile now. There’s only so much a spectacular, petite bod and long blond hair can do for a guy. Only so long her assets could distract a man’s attention from her self-absorbed, mean-spirited personality. The problem? He had an uncomfortable feeling she thought he was bringing her up to the spectacular summit to propose. Awkward!

    When they reached a picnic area her chronic, high-pitched whining about blisters had gotten on his last nerve. He gestured to the white picnic table. “I told you to wear sneakers,” he said impatiently, glancing at her kittenish high heels.

    “I didn’t know we were hiking to the end of the earth,” she snapped and he bit back a reply. Instead he knelt at her feet (not missing her giddy intake of breath) and slipped her high heels off, examining her blisters. She had a bunch alright.

    “We better go back,” he said with a sigh. “There’s no way you can walk down there in those heels. I’ll piggyback you to the Jeep.” In it he had a massive EMT First Aid kit that would fix her right up.

    “Wait.” She flipped her hair and twisted her bare fingers. “You were taking me up here for a reason. Why not just say it and get it over with.”

    Gladly! He took a deep breath and launched into the speech he’d rehearsed over and over with each step upward. “Here’s the thing, Linda. We’ve been going out for six months now, and it’s long enough for me to know…”

    “God, I can’t stand this,” she shrieked, slapping at mosquitoes that only seemed to hover around her. “This hike was the stupidest idea! Here…give me your shirt.”

    He stood and complied, wanting to ream her for wearing only a bikini top and tiny short shorts. And heels. Jeez. What did she think ‘hike’ meant?

    A rumble of thunder sounded overhead and he almost groaned. Linda, blistered, grouchy and soon to be soaked? He’d have preferred rescuing a spitting, clawing cat from a tree.

    “I want to break up,” he blurted out. “We just don’t belong together.”

    The shocked look on her face turned to tragic pouting, quivering lower lip and all, but he’d been manipulated by her one too many times. When she hobbled over wincing, he folded his arms. Rain began pelting them. She reached out and unsnapped the button of his jeans.

    “You don’t mean that, sweetie-kins.”

    He slid away, arms still folded tightly. He’d heard rumors about her violent breakup tantrums and needed to keep his distance. “I really do, Linda. I’m done. Good luck with your life.”

    And this is a picture of him watching her completely freak the hell out on his ass. Listening to her call him every swear word she knew. And wondering when she was going to realize she still needed a piggyback ride down the damn mountain.



  8. jbrayweber says:

    See…this is why you are well on your way to stardom, Sarah. With stories like this, you won’t be a debut author for long.

    (Sarah just released her first book this week! LOCK, LOADED & LYING It’s a toe-curling romantic suspense you won’t want to miss!)

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  9. Marie says:

    Thanks, Jennifer!
    Always enjoy your prompts and yummy photos!


  10. Sarah Andre says:

    A thousand smooches Jenn, and of course, drinks on me in NY. 🙂


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