It could be anything. Funny, chilling, sad, poignant. And when we read them aloud, they ranged from lobster politics to possible murder by drowning.
After that day, the sign read Isaiah's Crossing, Population: 912, but we all knew that was a lie.
The other assignment was a long one in which I wrote a mysterious YA selkie story from a boy's point of view beginning with the opening sentence of Zora Neale Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God.
That's why I love my writers' group so much-- it jolts my brain into making new and interesting connections between lobsters, cranberry martinis, and time-traveling dudes in frilly jabots.