Prompt Week 9

Pick a prompt from http://onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com/. Tell us what it is and run with it.

Side by side, the words mocked her treatment of them.

The envelope sat on the counter unopened. It would be weeks before she had the nerve.

No one ventured a guess as to what the iron was doing on the grill. For a month it was silently accepted and then one day, it just disappeared.

He wore his emotions like a hat over his eyes.

He loved her madly, insanely, and deliciously right up until he didn’t love her at all.

A piece of the pottery that she used when she flung the ashes sits in the little green bowl like a reminder.

She could skim the pages of her F & W for a year and not find the word she needed to fill that silence.

He left the opened milk on the table like a challenge.

The frog didn’t mind so much that there wasn’t a lot of water but did she have to fill the bottom with cacti?

He was the exact opposite of every clichéd thing said about him.

She fell asleep reluctantly, the remnants of her possessions cradled in her arms.

The train whistle answered the call of the mourning dove and it was Sunday afternoon.

The rain ignored the burning question.

I couldn’t pick a prompt. I love a line that hangs in the mass of the space that surrounds it- alone and complete. And there were just so many.