Stumped

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Stumped

Blurry-eyed and half-awake, she sipped her coffee and stared at the photo, finding it interesting, yet troubling. Was this the one that would stump her?

Her thoughts drifted like leaves tossed in a chill wind, her mind, a blank sheet of paper that refused to be written upon.

What were those objects?

What were they made of? Reeds? Whale bone? Oh, I hope not. Maybe it’s just plastic.

Who was the artist? What kind of person was he? Or she? And what was he or she thinking when he or she created them?

She sipped again and continued to stare.

THE END

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Though I found these objets d’art fascinating, my mind was spotless for a story. So instead, I wrote about myself pondering, searching, grasping unsuccessfully for a story. I hope that counts! 🙂

Thank you to Dale Rogerson for the challenging prompt (the prompt won!) and to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our creatively-fearless (or perhaps fearlessly-creative is more descriptive? More coffee!) leader of the Friday Fictioneers.

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