I’m not going to lie, I was a little lost on where to go with the story for this prompt. Which, honestly, was pretty fitting considering what the prompt was. There are some days when I look at a prompt, and an idea immediately forms and I need to write that specific idea. This story did not do that. It fought me. It didn’t particularly want to happen. So after staring at the ceiling for a few hours, I decided to give the story what it wanted.
I started writing about a person who didn’t want to do anything. Something would have to happen, obviously. Otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a story. But since the story clearly didn’t want to happen, I figured it was the perfect way to begin. And just beginning is something.
Prompt: Map to Nowhere (from the Tale Foundry writing group)
Get In, Loser
A horn honked as a dirty Ford Ranger pulled into Darla’s driveway. She peeked through the blinds and huffed, recognizing the vehicle and its driver. She had told him she didn’t want to do anything or see anyone, yet here he was. Why couldn’t he just listen to her for once?
“What do you want?” she asked, stepping onto the porch to meet Carl as he bounded up her front steps.
“Is that any way to greet your best friend? Why, Darla, I’m positively wounded.” Carl clutched at his chest in mock agony.
She felt the corners of her mouth lift slightly. “You’re so dramatic.”
“There’s that smile. I knew you still had one.”
Darla crossed her arms and turned away, uncomfortable that he had pointed it out. Had it really been that long since she’d smiled?
“Well, come on. Let’s go!” Carl grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the truck. She followed a few paces before pulling free.
“I said I wanted to be alone.”
Carl turned to face her, suddenly serious. “You said that three weeks ago. You haven’t talked to me in days.” He put his hands on his hips. “Now get in, loser. We’re going driving.”
It was no use arguing with him. Darla knew her friend was stubborn, and she didn’t have the energy to put up a fight. Besides, she admitted to herself as she belted in, she’d missed him.
“So, where are we going?” she asked.
“Do we have to be going somewhere?” Carl looked over at her as they pulled out of the driveway. “Just relax and enjoy the journey.”