My friend, Leslie and I have decided to start a monthly writing challenge. I find a writing prompt (i.e. a one or two sentence starter) and send it to her and she does the same for me.
This is what she sent me last month:
This is what I wrote:
The weather was picture perfect and the sky the sort of blue that made you want to get out there and walk. Combine this with awesome super-bass headphones and a new favourite song on repeat and life couldn’t get any better.
It could, however, always get worse, and worse it did.
I was striding along the main street, bopping in time to the beats of Beyonce’s ‘Freedom,’ and imaging myself as a type of warrior woman, when the music just suddenly stopped. This had happened before, so I didn’t think much of it. My phone was getting old and these sorts of thing came with the territory. I closed iTunes, opened it again and pressed play.
“Freedom!” my fearless B bellowed through my headphones.
Then the music stopped again.
“Fuck this shit,” I muttered to myself.
I was just about to hit play again when a voice said, “Hey, can anybody hear me?”
I yanked off my headphones and turned around to see who had spoken to me. There was no one there.
Where the hell had the voice come from then?
I started incredulously at the headphones in my hand.
No, it wasn’t possible. Was it?
“Hey, can you hear me?”
My sound was cranked up and even from that distance away I could still hear it.
I put my headphones back on, held my phone up to my mouth and spoke. “Yeah, I can hear you,” I said.
I felt like a crazy person. Here I was talking to someone I didn’t know who had somehow managed to hijack my headphones and communicate with me. I suppose the best thing was that nobody else could tell I didn’t know who I was talking to, let alone where the voice was actually coming from. I just looked like any other normal person talking to someone on the phone.
“Oh, thank God!” the voice replied. “I’ve been trying to get through to anyone and everyone I could, but you seem to be the only one who can hear me. Or at least, the only person who’s responded.”
“Ah, yeah,” I agreed. “Um, so who exactly am I talking to and how the hell did you do this?” I asked.
“I don’t have time right now to explain how, but my name’s Star.”
“Yeah and my name’s Moon,” I said sarcastically.
“Sorry, obviously that’s not my real name, but for reasons I promise I will tell you later, I need you to just listen and not ask too many questions. My life and now, your life, depend on it.”
And that’s how it started. But for reasons I can’t write down for fear of… well I guess, an international security breach now, I will have to explain when this is all over. I wish I could say when that will be.