Hump Day Kick Start – The Light Edition

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


New year, new prompt.

Who is our subject today, where is he, and what is he doing? Is he beckoning someone to join him in his secret room? Someone special? A lover? His prey? Maybe, he is in an attic searching for clues to a long dead mystery. What if he is the victim in a basement and his sadistic captor has opened the door to throw him scraps, or worse. Conversely, could the sunlight be his hope? Is he about to be saved? If so, by who? Could it be 2017 coming to the rescue?

Tell me a tale or just caption the pic.

12 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – The Light Edition

  1. Janey Mack says:

    “Where exactly does one purchase a skylight shade?”


  2. He hoped it was true–his religion. Hell, he’d died for it didn’t he? But there was nothing but dank blackness and bone-breaking cold. He’d always pictured hell as some fiery soul evaporating pain and regret, not this. Not the dark silence, not the terrifying isolation, not the aloneness. Even cruel pain and torturous memories would be better than this. At least he’d know there was someone there meting it out.
    “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. Sorry about everything I’ve done, sorry for what other people have done…I’m just sorry that’s all.”
    Before he could say it out loud, something shifted and without warning, a blinding, piercing shaft of light opened up the dark. Irresistibly, he reached his hand toward it and was rewarded with amazement that he could see it where the light shone through it.
    “James,” a wonderful voice said. “come with me,” Whether it was male or female, he didn’t know or care. He just wanted to follow it. He clasped the outstretched hand with his own and left the dark without looking back to see his body laying across the floor, a wide smile on his face.

    Just wanted to try something different for the first week of the New Year.


  3. jeff7salter says:

    “Okay, okay,” wailed Rupert, “You’ve made your point.”
    “Are you certain you understand why I’ve locked you in the cellar for an hour?” asked Lucinda.
    “Yeah. Got it,” replied Rupert.
    “Then repeat it to me, so we’re both positive we’re on the same page and won’t have to endure this conversation ever again.”
    “Okay,” said Rupert, “I promise I’ll always put the toilet seat back down when I finish.”
    “Very well.”


  4. Jeff, I actually lol’ed on this one!


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