{"id":4204,"date":"2015-11-11T01:00:26","date_gmt":"2015-11-11T08:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=4204"},"modified":"2015-11-09T20:27:11","modified_gmt":"2015-11-10T03:27:11","slug":"hope-prompt-201","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/hope-prompt-201\/","title":{"rendered":"Hope . . . Prompt #201"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Hope.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-4206 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Hope.jpg\" alt=\"Hope\" width=\"117\" height=\"58\" align=\"left\" \/><\/a>Today&#8217;s writing prompt is inspired by Ron Salisbury&#8217;s poem &#8220;The Ride Southbound.&#8221; When the writing prompt is a poem, you can write about the title, a line or a word. You can also write about Hope. Just write whatever comes up for you.<\/p>\n<p>The Ride Southbound by Ron Salisbury<\/p>\n<p>When I jerked open the cab door, Hope was sitting in the back seat,<\/p>\n<p>Prada dark glasses and lip gloss.\u00a0 <em>This is mine<\/em>, she said,<\/p>\n<p><em>but we can share until 34<sup>th<\/sup> street.<\/em> What\u2019s at 34<sup>th<\/sup> street? I asked.<\/p>\n<p><em>Just a sale at Macys.<\/em>\u00a0 The driver put my two-suiter in the trunk<\/p>\n<p>and the extra bag on the front seat, I climbed in with my briefcase<\/p>\n<p>and umbrella.\u00a0 <em>Is it gonna rain? <\/em>she asked.\u00a0 You never know,<\/p>\n<p>I answered.\u00a0 <em>What\u2019s with all the bags? <\/em>It\u2019s been a long trip.<\/p>\n<p><em>You need all that stuff?<\/em>\u00a0 Most of it, at least I thought I did.<\/p>\n<p>The traffic on 7<sup>th<\/sup> Avenue slowed then didn\u2019t, other cabs<\/p>\n<p>cut us off, it was noisy, complicated, but we were there<\/p>\n<p>in no time at all.\u00a0 Haven\u2019t we met before? I asked.\u00a0 <em>Probably<\/em>,<\/p>\n<p>she said.\u00a0 <em>I meet a lot of people<\/em>.\u00a0 Did we like each other?<\/p>\n<p><em>Hard to say<\/em>, she answered.\u00a0 She leaned over and tapped<\/p>\n<p>on the window behind the cabbie.\u00a0 <em>This is where I get off.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Good luck wherever you\u2019re going. <\/em>Standing on the sidewalk,<\/p>\n<p>holding the door open, she said, <em>Look at this<\/em>, and hiked<\/p>\n<p>her skirt to show me a small purple birth mark on her thigh.<\/p>\n<p><em>I can\u2019t always be perfect.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/mainstreetragbookstore.com\/?product=miss-desert-in\" target=\"_blank\">Ron Salisbury<\/a> is the author of the recently published Miss Desert Inn. He writes and studies in San Diego State University\u2019s Master of Fine Arts program, Creative Writing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s writing prompt is inspired by Ron Salisbury&#8217;s poem &#8220;The Ride Southbound.&#8221; When the writing prompt is a poem, you can write about the title, a line or a word. You can also write about Hope. Just write whatever comes up for you. 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