Not just a writing prompt, something real

Author’s husband crouched low photographing something. Photo by author.

I know I’m writing this essay in response to a #Writehere “What I’m tired of” writing prompt, but it struck a chord with me. Strong and immediate. So here goes.

Here’s what I’m tired of: being homebound. I want to go out photo-ing with my mister again. I’m sick to death of being stuck in the stupid house. Here’s the situation: