Sometimes, all it takes is a few words. Or a picture. Or having a conversation. Or hearing a song. And that’s little kernel of whatever sparks a story idea.
Fridays flash fic? That was a prompt. “Write about the morning after she died.” That’s what happened in my head, though there was a bit of struggle to get there, and so I wrote it.
My brain and my muse are usually pretty free with the ideas. I’m lucky that way. But even though, at first, I wasn’t sure what to write, I couldn’t get the prompt out of my head.
Sometimes the smallest thing can spark a story. And sometimes all it takes is a prompt and an inability to stop thinking about it.