This week's prompt was to write a piece that began with the following sentence:
Pale light, broken apart into individual beams by the thick diamondglass of the skylight, cast stark shadows on the faces of the four men seated around a small table.
Here was my submission (with some edits):
Pale light, broken apart into individual beams by the thick diamondglass of the skylight, cast stark shadows on the faces of the four men seated around a small table. The smoke from their cigars and cigarettes, swirl above them and hang heavy in the air. Their eyes are scrunched tight in concentration on the pieces of paper they have scattered on the table in front of them.
Jim, the oldest, pulls a fresh sheet from the stack, and begins to fold it according to the instructions. The man next to him runs his finger along each crease made to make sure it is smooth. Donnie, with the cigar, hands over the scissors. Arnie just watches from his spot, fingering the scotch tape in its holder.
Jim makes the first cut. The blade goes too far. A shred of white paper falls to the table. He thumps his fist on the table in frustration. "God damn it!"
Arnie snorts, "Why couldn't we just buy the baby shower decorations from the party store?"
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I didn't win, but it was fun nonetheless. It's all about having the courage to put my writing out there.