THREE PHOTOGRAPHS, AND THE FEATURED IMAGE, ARE THE PROMPT FOR THE NEXT SHORT PIECE OF WRITING.

Meanwhile, I promised to write in response to one of these two prompts from my last post.  I think I’ll go with #2.

1. Write about whatever comes to mind when you read, “We don’t know when it will be fixed.”

2. Outside the window, you see something you can’t believe. Describe it.

When I wake up in the morning, usually before 5:00, and while the weather is still cool, I open the windows in my bedroom.  My old white cat, Isaac, loves to sit in a window, feel the breeze, listen and watch as his neighborhood comes to life. If he spots another cat, or a squirrel, he emits an odd sound, more a howl than a meow.

Yesterday, that howl turned to a roar, Isaac jumped down from the window, his fur standing up straight, fled to his cat bed on the sofa, where he spent most of the day shaking and whimpering.

I not only ran to the window, but rushed outside to try to discover what he had seen. Whatever it was had disappeared, and all was quiet.  Later in the morning, I discovered large bite marks on the screen.

DON’T FORGET THE PHOTOS FOR THE NEXT POST.

I hope these are already working for anyone reading this blog.  Honestly, I am finding myself pretty well distracted from thoughts and mood swings over he virus.  It’s a short relief, but I’ll take it.