I’ve gotten into a discipline where I do not look at the next week’s writing prompt until I complete the previous post. It keeps me focused on one story or reflection at a time, rather than possibly juggling or meshing 52 different thoughts into one mega-post. So when I looked on Monday at what this week would bring, it was a quick punch to the gut as I only had one real option and I really hated it. That means this will be a quick one as I offer the best I’ve got…
I wrote about my car in a previous post (#52sparks: Something in your favorite color). Now my beloved Pre is at the shop at will soon be sold to someone else, or perhaps it already is. After it was broken into a month ago, that safe space felt like a bullseye each time I turned on the ignition. The stickers on the back window had been destroyed by the thief who shattered the window; however, the distinctive color remained like the blue light special at Kmart. I would scan any curbside or lot when I parked, wondering if the thief was there watching. I could no longer feel safe in that space.
I am grateful that Pre worked well for so long, and will be part of new adventures with someone else. I just wish the ending was not so jarring and incomplete.
#52sparks is my year-long writing series based on an art prompt challenge. The title is inspired by a quote from Star Wars: The Last Jedi: “We are the spark, that will light the fire that’ll burn the First Order down” (Poe Dameron). The spark that lights a fire to toast a marshmallow or to ravage a forest begins in the space of an inch. So just imagine what hundreds of inches and words can do.