I cannot even remember the last time I did a real writing Wednesday, but today I'm on it! I need a break from my WIP to get my juices flowing again so what better way than a prompt?! Nothing. Let's hop to it!
This is from http://creativewritingprompts.com/ You're in a full room and you're the only blind person there. Describe the room and the people around you. (PS I love this prompt because it forces you to explore other senses that sometimes get overlooked in descriptions) And if you're so inclined, try the prompt yourself and post in the comments!
I stepped into the crowded room, my arm linked with Jake's. My heels clicked against the glassy floor. The pads of my shoes kept sliding forward a bit. It must've been marble. Immediately the smells of the feast I had no doubt was in front of me wafting in swirls around me.
Clarissa would've spared no expense to have the most extravagant wedding ever. Vanillas, roses, apples, and more. The sweet air made my stomach spin it was so potent. I reached forward as Jake and I stopped and felt the silk tablecloth between my fingers. I sat in the velvet chair and turned so I faced away from the table.
"Do you want a drink, babe?" Jake asked. His voice always took me off guard with how commanding it was and how despite the room being full of two hundred wedding goers, it rose above everything else. It had a honey dripping tone to it, a smooth butter taste, and something raspy and sexy.
"White wine please." I smiled. He said he loved my smile.
I felt him get close to me, his spearmint breath brushed across my forehead, and then his lips descending, kissing my temple. He reached down, squeezed my hand, and then left. The noises around us returned and I had to block the voices from overlapping.
What I assumed was a band played a little ways away from me. Mostly just strings. They softly played classical music that I doubted anyone even bothered to listen to. Weddings mostly turned into base-filled rap music people can grind to.
Shoes shuffled all around me, hurrying from table to table. I didn't hear Clarissa's voice so I figured she hadn't made her grand entrance yet. A child screamed and giggled, running right by me a whip of wind blew my dress up. I laughed and quickly pushed my shirt against my thighs.
"Wine for my lady," Jake said, returning and putting his hand on my shoulder. We'd only been dating for a year, and he'd learned how to handle me. Hell, he embraced everything about me. He grabbed my hand and put it on the stem of the wine glass and then sat beside me. I could feel him looking at me.
"What?" I asked, my face heating. It was probably bright red.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight, Jules."
"Thank you," I said, looking down at my hands. "You helped."
"And I did a kick-ass job, if I say so myself." We both laughed.
A simple silence fell between us, although the room around us only got more chaotic. I could tell by the heat and humidity in the room, plus one too many colognes clashing it was filling with patrons. I got a bit anxious in tight spaces, especially since I lost my sight.
"What are you looking at?" I asked him.
"You light up the dark room."