As summer winds down I am thinking about the shorts and bathing suits that have offered up a good, long look every day of my legs and arms, my hands and my feet. I wonder . . . what if my body could talk? What would it say as I slather it with suntan lotion, douse it in chlorinated pool water, listen to its heart beating late at night as I try to sleep? What would be the sound of its voice? Would it speak in a whisper, a grumble, a throaty contralto, a booming bass?
Our writing prompt for the August 13 read-around at Wellington Square: A Conversation With My Body.
This prompt is a chance to practice your skills at dialogue as you talk and your body answers. Maybe you want this conversation to take place when you were a child; maybe now as you look back over the years, just you and your body. Let the body become a character in the scene. Does your body control you? Define you? Love you? Hate you? Give it a name, describe it.
As always, this is just a suggestion, a prompt that may lead down other paths. And don't forget to take a deep breath before you start writing. Your body will thank you for it!