(Aspiring to Be) Inspiring Writing Prompt #4

You found a series of riddles in your bike basket accompanied by a feather and a plastic compass. It led you here, on this bridge, and you don't know who or what you're looking for.
You found a series of riddles in your bike basket accompanied by a feather and a plastic compass. It led you here, on this bridge, and you don’t know who or what you’re looking for.

You wake up and you’re running late for work. Shit. You brush your teeth and you can barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror because you know that’s how you’ll look for the rest of the day. After throwing on your biggest coat (it is February in New York, after all) you run down the metal staircase to your trusty bike. As if your morning weren’t already full of alarming surprises, you find a feather, plastic compass, and a riddle. The riddle leads you to various other riddles in the city, and they offer rather personal details about yourself you haven’t disclosed to many people in your lifetime. You get to the Brooklyn Bridge and there is a void. No slip with sloppy handwriting to give you hints. Are you waiting for someone? Something?

Write a story about the riddles and the kinds of details they know about you or your imagined protagonist. What is going to happen at the bridge? If anything at all? Do more alarming surprises await you in the following days? Weeks? Years?

Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles, California. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.

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