You know you’re a writer when you’re on your way to a restaurant for dinner, pass a mini-construction site and think not “ooh, I should avoid the yellow roped-off area” or “I’d better be on the look out for debris” or “gee, I’m really hungry, I hope we get there soon.” No, you think “I wonder what they found when they opened that up. Ooh, a body. No, a skeleton. No, a mummy. A mummified skeleton.”
I do tend toward the dead bodies, don’t I? I really should branch out my line of thought, or start writing mysteries.
Branching out, exercise 1:
Other things that could be found in the hole under the stoop:
An old lotto ticket
Jewelry…engagement ring or locket with old photo.
What is my list missing?