Silly little thing, a response to a writing prompt on twitter. Write the first few lines of a story based on this picture:
"I'm telling you," said Milford, turning to face Armand, "with ten of us, we can field nine with one alternate."
"For Fellsake, Mil," Armand muttered. "Enough about the softball team, we can talk about it when we get back to the lodge."
"I just thought since we were all here," Milford said uncertainly.
"There's a time and a place," Armand said as the wraiths keened happily overhead. "And this ain't it."
I am incapable of taking things seriously.
The unkempt thoughts of Benjamin Mumford-Zisk