A week of writing prompts

11/22 - Stopping to look in a window
As I passed the shed, I stopped to look in the window and there, just visible through the dusty glass I could see it: a small scrap of paper tucked into the sill and I could even make out what it said: "The blanket we laid on when we watched The Northern Lights."

1/23 - When we left for...
When we left for Cambden there wasn't even time to grab cigarettes.

11/24 - Write about a bathrobe
Hesitantly, he slid the liquid silk kimono off his shoulders, and stepped daintily into the tub. 
"No more excuses, Dan—I'm really ready this time. I mean it." "Great," said Dan. Let's start with putting your nose in and blowing bubbles."

11/25 - Who could imagine
"Who could imagine a place where you can't get chicken wings?" said the pinkish American bellhop, shaking his head.
"Yes ma'am, the French are funny that way, especially about chicken." He opened a binder that held an assortment of menus, searching for one in particular. When he found it he handed it to them, but still seemed distracted. "Not where I'm from. You can get chicken wings everywhere. And they're cheap, too, sometimes even free with a pitcher of beer! Spicy ones, regular ones, all kinds." The man stared off into the distance as if he could taste the Frank's sauce. "But as for where to get the best Coq au vin, I highly recommend Le Cinq, just over on Avenue George."

11/26 - Write about back alleys
Back alleys are only good for three things: finishing cigarettes, stealing kisses, and running from bad guys.

11/27 - There is always more than one silence
When you've been in a relationship long enough you know that there is always more than one kind of silence.

11/28 - Write about being a long way from home
Dear Jon,

Can you send some socks? The moths got to mine and I only packed two pair. Planning on Damascus by the 20th. Civilization is sporadic these days so some more cash and few more packs of jerky and those cranberry things I like would be great, and an extra book to pass the time. Maybe a dirty magazine? You know how lonely the trail gets. You're the best. 

-Arctic Fox