This is an example of something I wrote in response to the prompt “an injury.” ----------------oOo---------------- Marska ran eagerly through the knee-high grass behind her home, chasing her friend Glikka. “Come on Mar-mar, can’t you catch me?” shouted Glikka, laughing as she bounced through the thick green grass. Marska pushed to run faster, giggling as she did. The sun was out and it was a wonderful day for running and playing with your best friend. She chased Glikka across the fields, all the way to the small grove of trees that marked the boundary between the lands owned by Marska’s parents and those owned by Glikka’s. Glikka skipped through the trees and continued running, the distance between the two girls lengthening slightly. Just as she neared the shade of the grove, Marska’s foot landed unevenly and she fell to the ground with a small cry. “Are you okay?” Glikka asked as she ran back. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Rubbing her leg, Marska turned awkwardly to see what had tripped her. A bit of dirty leather showed through a tangle of grass. Her skinned knees and grass-stained clothes forgotten, Marska tore through the vegetation and pulled out a large, dark brown bag. “Open it!” Glikka said breathlessly, grabbing at the bag and fumbling with its ties as she said it. Marska looked up at her and grinned. Glikka always thought she was on the verge of discovering something truly wonderful and amazing. She probably thought this old rucksack was full of gold and jewels. The bag had several closures and clasps, making the task of opening it a difficult one for Glikka’s small fingers. The two girls untied the top flap, then struggled to undo the straps underneath. The bag had laid in the grass and mud for some time, and the metal buckles had rusted closed. Glikka found a rock to hit them with, and the girls managed to open the buckles slightly and yank the straps out. They untied the last knot and pulled the bag open to peer inside. ----------------oOo---------------- As you can see, I barely touched on the injury (Marska's skinned knees, of course!) in this response to the writing prompt. It actually took me five or ten minutes to start writing this passage, just because I couldn't think of anything I wanted to write about connected to an injury. But my own rule is that I *have* to write on the prompt I choose, so I stuck it out and I actually came up with a scenario I like quite a bit. I may decide to lengthen this to a full-length story at some point. I want to find out what's in that bag! *grin* Click here to go back to my prompts page.