Hump Day Kick Start – The Map Edition

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


Today’s prompt seems appropriate given that summertime often is travel time.

Who is pointing at the map? Warrior? Victim? Apocalyptic survivor? Assassin? Embattled teacher? Are they pointing to where they are going or where they have come from? Is this person fleeing? Strategizing their next move? Showing the location of prisoners to be freed? The next area to be hit by zombies/time travelling bandits/natural disaster? Could this be the place we will all move after November’s election?

You tell me. What’s the story or caption the pic.

10 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – The Map Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    This one’s easy:
    She: I hope you’re satisfied.
    He: What did I do?
    She: I nearly died… that’s what you did.
    He: You lost me.
    She: No, you got me lost. What’s the big idea sending me on a wild goose chase half-way across England?
    He: You still lost me.
    She: You said to go to the place where the Beatles started.
    He: Yeah…
    She: Nothing at that address but a crazy lady with 983 cats.
    He: There’s aren’t any cats in the Cavern.
    She: What’s the Cavern?
    He: Where the Beatles got their big break.
    She: [pointing to map] But the address is the Cat Lady’s house.
    He: [Studying the map] Maybe so… in London.
    She: Where did you expect me to go?
    He: London is halfway across England. I just asked you to swing by the Cavern to pick up a flyer.
    She: There was no Cavern in London.
    He: Maybe not. But right here in Liverpool, there is…


  2. jbrayweber says:

    Haha! I’m not a Beatles fan *gasp* so I might have ended up where she went, too.


  3. jeff7salter says:

    Lots of pepole believe they got their start in London, but they’d already toured Hamburg before they ever played in London.


  4. jbrayweber says:

    I take it you are a fan? Honestly, I appreciate their music and what they did for music, but I like Wings better. Even still, they were all before my time.


  5. jeff7salter says:

    Oh, I totally loved the Beatles. But then they hit the international scene just as I became significantly interested in music (Junior HS).


  6. jbrayweber says:

    Totally makes sense. Just like how the hair bands of the 80’s were for me \m/


  7. jeff7salter says:

    the Beatles had hair…


  8. jbrayweber says:

    Yes, I suppose… LOL


  9. pibarrington says:

    “Well, where the bloody hell have you been Stuart?” The Commodore asked, grimacing at the torn overcoat and filthy boots. “I daresay you look as if your search for the Lavender Diamond has taken you to some unsavory locations. Where did you find it by the way?”
    John Stuart couldn’t speak. It had taken him to a rather intimidating place he personally called “hell” but it wouldn’t do to irritate the man who financially backed his little “adventures” and who adopted John’s younger brother and raised him as his own. No that would never do–not ever. Still the question of where his search had taken him so roughly through it’s landscape hung in the air.
    “Well, Stuart, where did you find it? What did you have to do to get it?”
    All John could do was locate the Commodore’s ancient map and point a scratched, torn hand and even worse fingers to the exact location.
    Now the Commodore blinked and looked shocked.
    “Salisbury, Britain? Why there isn’t anything poisonous or even able to scrape a man for miles and across a small ocean channel! What? Stuart? Good God man wake the bloody hell up and stand at attention!”
    Three hours later, Stuart did wake up…in the care of a lovely red head who worked at the chemist’s half a mile away.
    I decided to try and get creative today. Oh well.


  10. jbrayweber says:

    Sounds like the basis of a good story, Patti.


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