PROMPTuesday #61: Imagine That

I’m scared to fly. Best of all and super exciting is that I get to do it next month for my brother’s wedding. In New York. (Can’t you people get married where there’s easier ground transportation? And in a city of closer proximity not necessitating air travel?)

 

For God’s sake.

 

At any rate, the whole Air France thing frightened the pee out of me. I cannot imagine anything more terrifying than flying over stormy seas with lightning and thunder in all directions, my plane bucking like a pebble in an avalanche.

 

Then. THEN, the plane breaks freaking apart. Sweet Lord. It’s my biggest nightmare. And it actually happened to people.

 

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about those people. What they were thinking. Their terror levels. The families they left behind.

 

Most especially wonderful is that I can’t get the image of me catapulting through ugly skies to a grey Atlantic death screaming, “I told you soooooooo!” out of my head.

 

So let me bring this full circle.

 

For this week’s PROMPTuesday, describe an experience you have never had but have heard about and can imagine. Describe this experience in the first person singular, present tense as it is happening.

 

Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

 

And also — First time to PROMPTuesday? Welcome! Read a bit about this weekly writing exercise here.

Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.

 

(Prompt courtesy of this place).

 

13 Responses to “PROMPTuesday #61: Imagine That”

  1. […] I could think of when I read the word “imagine” was Spongebob. I know, I know. It’s a sickness. No, it’s worse than that. […]

  2. Da Goddess says:

    Harder than I thought!

  3. MommyTime says:

    The sun is dipping low in a sky streaked with rose and gold. The waves rolling into the sand have force and heft, breaking in heavy splashes around my horse’s ankles. She canters with abandon down the beach, enjoying the fine spray of water and the light breeze tossing her mane nearly as much as I do. My feet are bare. My toes are wet. And the hem of my long cotton skirt is getting damp, but I don’t mind. The golden pools of light on the sea, the two small dark silhouettes of birds overhead, the sound, the smell, the feel…all of it betokens peace. Riding at this speed is almost like riding a rocking horse, smooth, effortless. There is time to look around, drink in the waning light, gulp deep breaths of sea air, appreciate the cleansing wind. Just me and the horse, unable to distinguish completely the pounding of surf from hooves from hearts.

    **Okay, so I cheated a tiny bit: I’ve ridden a cantering horse once or twice. Never on a beach. Never without all the proper gear. Also, I’m allergic to horses. But, man, do I ADORE riding them.

  4. Leslie says:

    I don’t have the brain power to put together an actual prompt…

    But, when my husband relayed to my what happened to the plane and those people, I got so sick to my stomach… That is so heart breaking. I hope they passed out first!

  5. Eden says:

    Take the train. You will seriously go right past my house :)

  6. robyn says:

    I would do this prompt. Except it’s probably bad for my psyche. I imagine those horrible scenarios all the time. :)

  7. Got Xanax will travel?

    “…my life as Benjamin’s wife first, his Baby Mama second, and an actress/model third….”

  8. g says:

    Oh, I want to do this prompt but I have company coming over!! Will catch up later!

  9. Oh. I guess I misinterpreted the prompt. My mind inserted the word “terrifying” between the words “describe an” and “experience”. My bad.

  10. Da Goddess says:

    Can I write another one here under an anonymous name?

  11. After a trip to a state far, far away, to meet someone who was very interested in me, I had a proposal in hand. I said I’d have to think about it, which I did, mainly because I had another man waiting. Actually, I had two men waiting for my return. Not only were they waiting, they’d proposed as well. So what’s a girl to do when three men are vying for her affections? Quite simply, she requires three more trips to spend time with each of the, giving them ample opportunity to make their case. Would it be North? South? Same state, but to the north a bit? Maybe Mr. #4 slightly to the east would step up to the plate. Seems like I’m a hot commodity at the moment. Why not four suitors?

    It all comes down to who loves me best? Who do I love most? And who will take on my family, my dreams, my overly complicated life? The man who could and would be willing take all that on is the only one for me. So who will it be?

  12. Yo is Me says:

    every time (and this will sound terrible or perfect) an airplane crashes i feel like the statistics are more in my favor.

    not like i’m happy about plane crashes, but it lowers my statistic, right?

    i hate flying. HATE it. something that weighs that much shouldn’t be in the air.

    and don’t talk to me about physics or gravity or any of that mumbo jumbo. i know what i know and i hate to fly.

    the end.

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