DE: Arrr, Late Morning

[bjornwilde]

 Running late so I'm going with a classic today, Prompts! Tag in with what pups you'd like to play with and we'll give you prompts for a writing blurb of whatever length suits your muse. Can't think of a prompt? Set your MP3 player/program, radio or internet streaming service to shuffle and give us a song title!

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[ceitfianna]

Caspian-Narnian forests
Emma-someday
Jack-love is a country
Danny-prom dresses

[the_seafarer]

He misses the trees.

The graceful birches, the hoary oaks, the evergreens climbing high into a clear sky, branches standing out like spokes on a wheel.

All these exist here, of course. The woods are full of any number of trees -- some he knows well, others he's never seen before -- but these, like the animals, do not speak. They don't slip into human form and dance lightly in the scattered moonshine; they never here bow or dance but when the wind pushes through their branches. He cannot speak to them, as of old, laugh with them, sing with them. They are alive, but not living. They grow through the years, and he sees the faces they should have had in his world: the lovely girls, the old men, the brave and handsome youths, and sometimes, he walks through them, runs a friendly hand over branches bending and swaying in a soft spring breeze, and can almost pretend, when they bob back into place, that they wave a greeting as he passes.

[notinthebook]

Tallahassee's on the other side of the country.

She doesn't know much about Florida; has never been, but Neal seems to know everything about everywhere, and he's ten minutes into telling her what Florida's like before she realizes he's describing Miami Vice, which earns him a slug on the shoulder.

She takes to looking at that stupid kid's meal placemat every night, cataloging everything she knows about Tallahassee and gathering it into a meager pile, until she has to expand her net to include everything she knows about Florida, resulting in jumbled dreams of Disney World and oranges, sunshine and Miami neon, the long open spaces of the Everglades, weirdly dotted with tiny islands of brush.

There's not much to find out, either. Tallahassee isn't Miami, it isn't Orlando, it's not the Keys. It seems to be nowhere important, not even on the coastline, and despite being the capital, it doesn't seem like when people go to Florida, they go to Tallahassee.

Which suits her just fine.