Writing Prompt Excercise — 100 Words

Someone’s playing the piano. In fact, whoever it is, they’re playing Piano Man, and I’ve never been in a place that matches the lyrics so perfectly.

Figure I match the song also, sharing that drink they call loneliness. I know, drinking’s never the answer to anything, but right now, it’s about all I can think of. Not all that many options down at the bottom, and I’m finally understanding that you can’t really see that until you’re down there, too.

Sitting in this room, I’m surrounded by people and music that understand. Like it says, it’s better than drinking alone.

Prompt from A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves



by | May 20, 2007