Random Things
Write Club Prompt #85
It’s raining and dark so no picture for the first one but it was cars. Just all the cars parked on the street.
Second is the winter issue of the Paris Review.
How are these connected? Well it’s a rainy night in New York City and the Paris Review often features stories that evoke the vibe of a rainy night in the city. It’s hard for me to describe and I guess that’s why I’m writing on a Substack that no one reads instead of being featured in the Paris Review. Well the only way to get better is to try.
Spring had arrived in the city and although the air was cold it wasn’t bitter cold. Not the kind of cold that threatens life. The kind of cold that is impossible to dress for. You’ll either go too far and be hot or not enough and feel cold. Then there was the rain. I had heard it beating against the window air-conditioning unit earlier in the night. Now it had subsided into a gentle patter, barely audible against the brim of my baseball cap. I was here on a writing prompt. Take a picture of the first random thing you see. It was a car parked on the street. This late at night the street is lined with cars. I should have just stayed inside and taken a look out the window. I would have seen the same thing and stayed dry. Back inside. First thing I see is the cat’s mouse toy. But the prompt is asking for the second thing. There it is. Among the clutter of my dining room table. The Paris Review, winter 2022 issue. I’m about half way through and if this week is uneventful I just may finish it before the spring issue arrives. But it’s only Monday and I’ve already forgotten what day of the week it is.