This week we are asked to seek inspiration in random places:
1st stop: Wikipedia! Click the Random Article button, and the article you get, the title is your title
2nd stop: http://writingexercises.co.uk/random-image-generator.php , where you will generate a random image which you should post and connect with your written piece.
It was all about the lucky dip of life. His trip to his local travel agent had resulted in him agreeing to a random holiday to a random destination. The agent had warned him that these were holidays for the broad minded and adventure bound.
At first, he didn’t know what to make of the email he received the next day telling him his trip was confirmed and that he would be leaving the next week for the Vistula Historic District.
He hastily googled the name and discovered that it was a historical site renowned for its collection of anchors.
The headline: “If you Love a Good Anchor, Vistula Historic District is the place for you.”
A little further down he read:
“Come and walk the rolling sand dunes and marvel at the anchors embedded into each one. A unique and rare experience for the well-travelled sea-faring aficionado.”
After careful study of the Google site and finding nothing more about the District other than the anchors, he decided there had to be more to it than that. Surely it would have restaurants, hotels, a casino, after all, who didn’t have a casino these days.
Three weeks later he returned home a shell-shocked man. The Vistula Historic District was as it promised. All anchors. The only surprise was the local theatre group who performed a very lame production of “Anchors Aweigh”. As his trip was a package deal, he was awakened each morning by an overly enthusiastic guide called Herman who took him and his party to another part of the dunes to view the anchors that were there. Each anchor had a story, and Herman was determined to tell him the story of each.
Like so much in life, the sight of one anchor on the first day was exciting but by the tenth day of what seemed to him to be the same story repeated each day he was ready to use his brute strength to ram of the anchors through Herman, in fact, ram anything at Herman who never seemed to shut up.
He did in fact, marvel at Herman’s enthusiasm and his ability to find something exciting day after day connected to objects that all seemed to have been made in the same factory.
So after a day or two at home recovering he ventured to his travel agent and presented him with an ornamental anchor suggesting he insert it in a place no one would want to hoist it from.