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Edmund Windsor was in a rush. Then again, he was always in a rush and today was no exception. –The Windsor Diaries Book One: Victorian Scoundrel by Stephanie Burkhart

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: How do you feel when you run late? How do you feel when you’re on time, but someone else is running late?

Art Prompt: Running late

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a humorous story about a day when you were running late.

Photo Credit: Thomas Leuthard on Flickr

2 Responses to Prompt #1934 First Line of the Week – Stephanie Burkhart

  1. Reena Saxena says:

    Edmund Windsor was in a rush. Then again, he was always in a rush and today was no exception. Daily commutes by train were such an integral part of life in Bombay. In retrospect, he was amused to think how he judged people by their Smart Travel Quotient.

    Cousins from upcountry locations moved to Bombay and stayed with them for some time, after they secured jobs in the commercial capital.

    One of them remarked that he had never seen such a large sea of humanity, as he had witnessed at Churchgate station, on his first day at work. His countryside naivete reduced his stature in Edmund’s adolescent eyes, despite the software engineering degree that the cousin held, from a premier institute. Another one was ridiculed for his ‘impractical graciousness’. As he dressed to leave the house at the fixed hour, Edmund mischievously offered him another cup of coffee. He accepted the same, and they chatted awhile. Edmund, then proceeded to enlighten him that time, tide and trains wait for none, and that one has to keep unwavering focus on the clock.

    But it was the daily gruelling schedule, which gave Edmund his punctuality and efficiency for a lifetime. That was the pre-cellphone era, when all eyes were not glued to their devices. The conversations of other passengers gave him insights into so many lives. The now extinct sound of the musical groups who sang, and the rummy players who argued, but nevertheless sought each other out every day, remain etched in his memory. The busy working women had invented bags with two plastic-lined pockets, and they utilised evening travel time to chop and clean vegetables for dinner. Those ‘wheels of life’ carried tales of several budding romances, break-ups, crime and tragic suicides.

    It was young Edmund’s time to read and reflect, and lay the foundations for a lifetime. The seeds of empathy were sown way back, then, and have remained with him.

    Edmund Windsor will always be in a rush, because it made him so human. Only a robot could remain unflappable amidst a sea of humanity.

    • Liz says:

      I love this, Reena! Thanks for sharing. I’ll put it in the next Carnival. If you post it at your blog, I’ll link back to your blog. Just let me know.

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