Esther Chilton

This week’s writing prompt is:

FLOWERS IN BLOOM

At this time of year, we begin to see different colours – the bright yellow of the daffodil, the stark white of the snowdrop and the soft hue of the bluebell. Write a poem or story which features flowers in it somewhere. Make it burst with colour.

Last week, your prompt was:

TRAIN STATION

You don’t have to share your work, but I’d love to see what you come up with if the prompt gives you an idea. Here are a couple of great pieces on last week’s prompt:

Kim Smyth:

I’d never been on a real train before. Just those short little commuter trains between towns within my city. This was a big train! Going from one state to another. I was so exited! This train had many cars, a diner car-which I was going to eat a real dinner in! I was nervous though, traveling by myself, but my fiancé was meeting me at the rendezvous point. We were visiting some friends in Chicago. He was going to introduce me to some of the places he visited as a child, like the Sears tower.

I’m in my seat, texting him that we’ve just pulled away from the station. I’ve always dreamed of riding in a train and seeing the cities fly by out my window. I could fantasize about life in a new city, far away!
I’d been on a bus before, but never a big train like this! It will be much faster. By the time I get there, it will be dark. I hope he’s there to meet me at the station. I’d be scared in such a big city by myself.
For now, I settle in my seat and watch the world go by.

Christine Mallaband-brown:

I arrived at the train station early. I was meeting my boyfriend on the train as he was travelling up from Devon and we were continuing to Manchester together.

The train arrived. ‘The train now standing at platform two is the 13.23 to Manchester calling at Kidsgrove, Salford and Manchester Picadilly.’

No sign of him getting out of a carriage. So I climbed aboard at the back of the train and walked the whole length of its interior. He wasn’t there, not in the toilets which were empty. Not in the guards van.
With rising worry I tried to decide what to do. We were going to visit friends and stay the night at our destination.

Another announcement rang through the station. ‘The train now, standing at platform two will depart in five minutes.’ I was standing on the platform debating what to do? I got back on the train, found a seat, and waited.

The journey seemed to take ages. I got up and walked the length of the train again. Each station we stopped at was another worrying time. I would look out of the door to see if I could see him? No luck.
Finally we reached the train station at Manchester Picaddilly.

There on the platform, looking worried, was my boyfriend! Instead of catching the train as arranged he had caught one that was half an hour earlier! I gave him a piece of my mind, then a big hug. Reunited!

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