Sometimes the creative juices flow and sometimes they don’t. Am I right?
The Stream of Consciousness prompt for this week is create and, doggone-it, I am struggling to create.
I wrote myself into a hole with my first stab at the Unicorn Challenge. I’ll put my half-written attempt at the bottom here in case anyone has ideas on how to finish it. For those who aren’t familiar with the Unicorn Challenge, it involves a photo prompt and 250 word (or less) story. That’s it.
But seriously, I wrote myself into a tight spot. What do you think would happen next? You only have 125 words to finish the story.
Create that!
Here’s the unfinished story:
“oh god… Oh God…. OH GOD!!! Please let this damn thing work!”
He frantically flipped the receiver lever up and down on the phone. “HELLO?! HELLO?!… DAMN!”
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Think, think,” he muttered. “9-1-1 is US… 9-9-9?!” He punched the buttons.
“What is your emergency?” A woman’s voice came through the receiver.
“MY WIFE IS HAVING A BABY!”
“Okay,” she replied calmly. “What is your location?”
“I DON’T KNOW!! I LOST THE CELL SIGNAL! I TOOK A WRONG TURN! I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”
“Where is your wife right now?”
“SHE’S IN THE CAR!”
As if on cue, a loud moan crescendoed into scream from the car. He dropped the receiver, leaving it dangling in the phone box.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
🫂🎉🎉
Wait, I know I read another story from you with this same telephone box. I have no ending for you, except he hung up the phone, they delivered a healthy baby and found their way home. Leaving the area in time for the walker to call her mother.
Yes! I finally scrapped this story because I was so stuck! I wrote a totally different story.
When the baby has decided to arrive, hopefully it will arrive healthy. Nice beginning
Hehe! I think I’d go with: “Dashing to the car he arrived just in time to catch the slippery child in his jacket. In a panic he handed the baby to his wife. He was so rattled that it took a second to inquire if he was a father to a son or daughter. His wife, hair plastered to her forehead, unwrapped the child and announced a son. He danced around hooting like a loon. The operator heard the whole thing! It had taken long enough that she was able to get the phone box location traced and an ambulance was dispatched. Now he was in another sort of panic – they had been thinking they’d have a girl so no boys names had been selected!”
I love it!!!