I grabbed the nearest book: Tolstoy Lied by Rachel Kadish. I’m about ten pages from the end, but I picked up the book and opened to a random page in order to complete today’s Daily Prompt.
Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind.
The tenth word on the random page i opened was “key.”
I was disappointed.
But also determined to complete the prompt. Google images produced a somewhat ordinary, but dirty old brass key at the top of the results page. I studied it.
Nothing.
I zoomed in. Stared at the grooves and tried to feel inspired.
Nothing.
I closed my eyes and meditated on the key.
Still nothing.
What did the key open? What was behind the locked door? Inside the sealed box?
Zzzzzzz…
Finally, I stopped trying to feel inspired — it’s the end of a long day after all,and my kids are begging me to read them bedtime stories already.
I decided to just follow the directions:
“Write about what the image brings to mind.”
So here goes:
A key. Another
mystery awakening
my humility.
What does it open?
Perhaps it doesn’t matter.
This time, just a key.
