As my son and I walked around our neighborhood after Sandy we saw an old blue house we hadn’t noticed before. My son pointed out the plates in the windows and said, “Mom, you could write a story about that house.” And he proceeded to craft the first line – revising as we walked until he liked the rhythm of the words. Here’s what he settled on. The little blue house across from the school had plates along its windows.
After our walk, while I was sitting at home, under layers of blankets (our power was out), I crafted a story that has real potential.
Here are a couple pictures of the house and the plates.
Let me know if and how it inspires you.