Prompt #4

From 303 Writing Prompts (in no particular order)

Start with the word "dizzy" and immediately write water word or phrase comes to you. Let your mind free associate through stream-of-consciousness thinking as you once again write whatever comes to you based on what you just wrote. Let the words or phrases our out of your brain and onto the page, one triggering the next. Do not filter anything. Continue until you fill a whole page. If a word or phrase should prompt a story, run with it.

Dizzy Miss Lizzy swears by the taxi she took to the museum with Jeffrey one sunny winter morning.

Upon arriving she was taken aback with the beauty of the world. She marveled at the tools used by the ancient beings of her kind, of Jeffrey's kind.

How could they have used such primitive devices and still function as a society? Does any society actually function? Or does everyone just live their own lives and hope for the best? The best for whom? Society or themselves? I think striving for your personal best is most important but is that what is detrimental to society. Lizzy wonders to herself.

She remembers when she first awoke. Everything became new and fresh again. Like she had never experienced any of these mundane, ordinary things. Washing dishes. Brushing teeth. Getting dressed. It was all so magical.

But nothing was as magical as the first time she looked up at the night sky after awakening. The moon was large and lit up the entire village, though it was cloudy. She could see only a few stars but each of them shined and twinkled in a way that was unique to each ball of burning gas.

Jeffrey looked at her questioningly. She was staring off into blank space, no longer seeing the ancient artifacts. He was worried. This was not like her. She had been acting so differently lately.

Ever since that car accident, she never seemed the same. He wondered if she did die that night, like the paramedics first though, and her body became occupied with a different soul. One that had been wandering Earth, neither ethereal or corporeal, waiting for the moment to awaken.