Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #46

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.

Intriguing… Could she be a time jumper? Is she altering history, for good or for evil? What if she has been reincarnated over and over with a predestined task (again, for good or evil)? Or is she just as baffled as the investigator, shocked to see herself in the photos? Why is she in an interrogation room? What has happened that brought her there? Who is doing the interrogating? Is he someone she knows and/or cares about? Must she keep whatever knowledge she has from him—even if that means dying? Or is this happening sometime in the future, after taking millions of selfies had fallen out of fashion?

Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I’d love to hear them.

2 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #46

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    She eyed him carefully, though without any trepidation. Then she sighed. “I thought you might be different from the rest of these officers. Perhaps I was wrong.”
    “What do you mean? I’m here to find out who you are… and why you keep popping up…” he waved dismissively at the array of photos, some grainy B&W and at least one an old Tin-Type. “What’s your game, little Miss?”
    “No game, officer. But I serve a purpose. And it’s very important.” Again she sighed. “It’s a shame that you either don’t have the need or refuse to recognize it.”
    “Need for what?” He scowled. “You’re just trying to distract me from getting to the bottom of this crazy…”
    “The need for me,” she replied calmly.
    “Oh, I get it. You’re trying to get this whole case thrown out by tricking me into making some move on you… something physical. You want to be able to claim I accosted you.”
    She shook her head. “Nothing of the kind. When I visit, it’s to assist, to encourage, to prompt. If my clients pay attention, together we can reach down in to their depths and extract things which are both marvelous and surprising.”
    “What are you yakking about now, lady?”
    “You still don’t understand?”
    “I understand you’re a loony-tune and I’m starting to feel the same way.”
    “That’s a good beginning.”
    “Huh?” he landed in his chair with a thud.
    “There may be a spark in you after all, officer,” she said. “Though, just a teeny one.”
    His elbows now on the table, his hands supporting his chin, he stared. “Since you won’t tell me your name… at least explain the purpose of these — what did you call them? — these visits.”
    She brightened slightly and reached her hand in his direction. “I have many names, officer. Take my hand, and you’ll see. I’m a muse.”

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