Poetry Prompt of the Week: Write a poem about a favorite childhood toy, and how you enjoyed playing with it.
Prose Writing Prompt of the Week: Someone walks into a coffee shop/bar/tea shop/ice cream parlor and all the tables have at least one person sitting at them. Pick a person for your to sit and have a drink or snack with. What can you learn about a stranger in just 20-30 minutes?
Pouty the Walrus
by Carol R. Ward
You had a hard plastic face
with a hard plastic tear
and a black and white body
with a peanut butter smear.
I carried you with me
no mean trick to do
‘cause you were almost big as me
and I was only two.
I don’t know where you came from
or where you went in the end
but you were Pouty the Walrus
my very bestest friend.
Table for Two
by Carol R. Ward
Jonathan stood just inside the door of the small cafe scanning the room for a table. Though the cafe’s menu wasn’t large, the food was delicious and he was in the mood for one of their signature soups. Unfortunately, it looked like every table was occupied. He started towards one of the tables for four that had only an elderly gentleman sitting there, but then the man coughed wetly into a handkerchief, stopping Jonathan in his tracks.
Looking around, he saw that the other table for four was also occupied, this time by a pair of middle-aged women who were arguing loudly, hands flying for emphasis. The tables for two seemed to be filled with couples.
He’d almost resigned himself to getting his soup to go when he spotted her, a young woman sitting alone at his favorite table, the small round one flanked by two wing-backed chairs. She was paying more attention to the book she was reading than the sandwich on her plate. Then he noticed the cover of the book and he couldn’t hold back his grin. It was fate.
Quickly he ordered his soup, along with a coffee and a couple of tea biscuits. Carrying his coffee, he went over to the table and hesitated, suddenly reluctant to disturb her. Then he heard his mother’s voice in his head. “You’re going to be alone for the rest of your life if you don’t start taking a chance once in awhile.”
Jonathan cleared his throat. “Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you but all the seats except this one appear to be taken. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?”
“Sit,” the woman said, not looking up from her book. “No talking – just one more chapter.”
Shooting her a smile she never saw, Jonathan made himself comfortable the blue wingchair.
The woman made a noise of frustration, her brow furrowed, and turned the page. If she was on the last chapter then Jonathan knew the scene she was reading and couldn’t help wondering what she thought. Another page turned – she was a fast reader.
Jonathan drank his coffee but didn’t speak. He knew there was nothing worse than someone trying to make conversation when you were just at the good part of a book. A moment later his soup was delivered and he quietly started in on it.
“No!” she exclaimed. “He can’t do that!”
Oh, but he can, Jonathan thought. And he does. But he’ll redeem himself in the next book in the series.
He found himself fascinated by her. She had a very expressive face, framed beautifully by her short dark hair. He judged her to be only a year or two younger than his own thirty years. A quick glance at her ring finger told him she wasn’t married, unless she didn’t wear her wedding ring.
“Argh!” She slammed the book shut and then onto the table, causing his soup to shudder in the bowl.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with what he hoped was an engaging smile. “I’ve been known to get caught up in a book a time or two myself.”
“It was just so frustrating! Just when I thought I had it all worked out, there was this twist I never saw coming.” She huffed a sigh and picked up her sandwich to take a bite.
“Isn’t that what a mystery is supposed to do?”
“Well, yes. But there’s this romantic thread in there too and the main character … I can’t believe he could be such a jerk! Or maybe it’s J.D. Parker who’s the jerk – he’s the one who wrote it.”
Jonathan wasn’t sure how to respond to that, or even if he should.
“Even if he is my favorite author,” she added. She kept her focus on her sandwich, as though embarrassed. “You must think I’m crazy, getting so emotionally invested in a book like this.”
“On the contrary,” Jonathan said. “I think the best books are the ones that provoke a strong response. I’m Jonathan, by the way.”
“I’m Emma.” She glanced up and quickly away. He found her shyness cute.
She took a sip from her own coffee cup and grimaced. “Cold.”
“Let me buy you a fresh one.”
“Oh, that’s really not necessary,” Emma protested.
“No, but I’d like to just the same. I could use another one too.” Jonathan signaled to Edward, the owner of the cafe and then motioned towards their cups. Edward nodded in understanding.
Emma finished her sandwich while they waited for their coffee. “What do you do for a living?” she asked.
He could tell she was just being polite, but he answered honestly. “I’m a writer.”
She opened her mouth, probably to ask what kind of writer, then squinted at him and paled. “You-you-you’re–“
“I’m afraid so.”
“I am so sorry!” she sputtered, face going red. “I am really sorry.”
She made as if to leave and he put his hand on her arm. “No, don’t go. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Really?” she asked dubiously, still poised to flee.
“Really. The truth is, I knew fans would be upset when I wrote that ending, but it was the only way to make it work for the next book.”
Emma slid back into her seat. “Please tell me Derek and Jen work things out in the next book.”
Jonathan grinned. “And spoil the surprise? Not a chance.”
She smiled back, a little shyly. “Do you think…” Emma took a deep breath. “Could I have your autograph?”
His smile was as sincere as it was blinding. “It would be my pleasure.”
He signed her book with a flourish, but held onto it when she reached to take it back. Screwing up his courage he added, “But it would be my even greater pleasure if you’d have dinner with me.”
Emma’s smile widened. “How could I say no to my favorite author?”
Thanks for reading! Feel free to submit your poems/stories for the week in the comments if you’d like. And check back Monday for new writing prompts!