Writing Prompt 66: Smoke
Something different for this week's writing prompt — a video!
I know you're excited.
When I watch this soft, lazy steam climbing through the morning air, I think of many things:
Smoke drifting up in a thin line, from a lit cigarette resting in an ashtray. On inhale, the fiery end glows and the smoke disappears into a pair of lungs. On exhale, the smoke bursts out fast in a straight, steady, toxic stream. The cigarette uses your breath to live but kills you at the same time.
From an iron, steam spits and sputters — the iron sounds alive. It sighs heavily while being pressed into the fabric, hot vapour whooshing out on impact, flattening out all those wrinkles.
On the mountain, the trees breathe oxygen into the atmosphere, their vapour leaving delicate layers, different from the large, dark clouds hanging high, swollen with rain or snow.
Steam, vapour, smoke, spitting, sputtering, drifting, hanging, curling, floating molecules suspended in the air.
On a cold day, I see chimney after chimney, still and silent, spewing smoke from boilers burning in the heart of every home.
What do you focus on while watching the video? The sound of the traffic in the background or the steam drifting over the fence? Try writing a short piece that describes what you feel at this moment.
Have fun!
