Congratulations to Kristy O’Meara of White River Junction, VT, our featured community prompt writer.
The writing prompt is a weekly writing challenge cosponsored by DailyUV and Joni Cole, author, founder of The Writer's Center in White River Junction, and believer in bringing out the inner writer in all of us.
What's a prompt? A trigger to get you writing.
Next week’s prompt is: "Welcome to the neighborhood."
What’s the key to being featured? Well, DailyUV is a website for all things Upper Valley -- so what we like best of all are entries not just from local writers, but grounded in where we live.
You can participate by sending your piece (300 words or less) to email@example.com by next Wednesday at midnight.
Last week’s prompt was, “Is this seat taken.” Here’s our featured entry.
By Kristy O’Meara of White River Junction, VT
I need to go to DHMC, one foot in front of the other, heel down, toes up. I can see Mascoma Savings, just need to make it to the bus stop. Made it. Wow so many people, this doesn’t help. I’ve never seen so many people on the green line, never got on at 8:00 AM. One clumsy step after the next until I can find a seat. I don’t ask is this seat taken, I just hope it’s not. I sit. Now we’re at VAIL, I need to get off the bus, I can do this, step down, don’t fall, couple steps, step onto curb, made it. I hope I can find a seat closer to the front on the blue line. Bus is here, step off curb, okay pretty full, don’t have to go too far back. I don’t have to think about asking if any seat is taken. Gratefully, most like to go to the back of this bus. Now I’m at DHMC, just need one step at a time, careful, just make it to C3. I’m checked in. I just need to wait. Where can I sit? As I don’t want to ask anyone if this seat is taken I wait until there are a few empty seats. Found my space, now this seat is taken.
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By Gail Fancher of Hartland, VT
Is this seat taken, my dear Henry? I must tell you that I was there first. You can see my stuff there, can’t you? I shuffled into the kitchen in my grey, well-worn and well-loved house shoes. After all it was cold this morning. I plopped my smart phone and iPad down there and started the coffee. First I have to fill the pot with water after I rinse it out, of course. Then I put in the coffee. Oops! There was an extra tablespoon of coffee grounds. Guess I wanted it stronger today. Wish I’d gotten one of those fancy ones that starts itself. I sat in that chair first. I started reading the news. It’s so sad. Tomorrow I’ll start with the email.
Is the coffee ready yet? I get up from my chair at the breakfast table and go to the cabinet for my favorite mug. It fits so well in my hand. I can’t even remember how long I’ve had this mug. Seems like forever.
Again I shuffle to the coffee pot. The coffee smells so good. I pour it into the cup and bring it to my nose. The aroma curls around my nose and tells my brain it “loves me”. I love it too. An almost romantic moment passes while I savor the smell and taste of my first cup of coffee in the morning. Then I turn around to shuffle back to my breakfast nest where my iPad already had five apps open and my smart phone rests quietly. You are in my seat.
I only got up to pour my morning coffee. I wonder how you move so fast. I didn’t even hear you approach. Generally you are much more vocal than that you silly cat!
By Marjorie Moorhead of Lebanon, NH
Is this seat occupied? I need to take a load off.
Life weighs heavily these days. Do you feel it too?
I may sit next to you and lighten my burden.
Are you a talker, or will you listen?
I have stories to tell
and they’re of sorrow.
Put the conch shell of my heart to your ear
Hear the haunting sound; so quiet and unsettling
Maybe I will hold your hand. Pull the chair closer;
Side by side we will see what tomorrow brings.