A Cup, A Car, A Plane
Writing practice by Chintana Ahlund
Writing prompt: list 3 things. Go. 10 minutes.
Three things: a cup, a car, a plane.
In the calm of my room, my toes curl to feel the crunch of thick carpet. An empty coffee mug sits on my writing desk. I sit, surrounded by softness and pale sunshine. From my second story office, I see and hear many mundane things.
The constant throbbing of an AC unit. The start of a car engine sounds as if someone is suddenly clearing their throat. I stare out two closed French doors that frame the balcony view: black shingles and black shutters to a townhouse painted grey. Above it are the dirty undersides of afternoon clouds.
I hear the slow moving hover of an airplane overhead and the hissing of car brakes coming to a brief pause at the four-way stop. On the asphalt are sparkles of different shapes. A bright burst of light beam off the windshield of a parked Toyota Prius.
A grackle, unseen but heard, says something fast in bird speak.
I sit noting three things: a cup, a car, a plane. I search quietly for more… slowly understanding that in this moment, there is nothing else.