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Today's writing prompt for the AtoZ challenge is: Question marks? Here is my entry:
She spotted them from the car window along a stretch of deserted road at the edge of town. The collection of giant question marks were arrayed in a loose formation on a grassy knoll rising from the edge of the pavement. Sam looked for a sign, or any indication of the purpose of these odd punctuation marks. There was none. She started at them from the car’s window as they approached, then zoomed past. She twisted in her seat to see them recede as the car continued on toward town. Question marks? It seemed fitting, somehow, to see question marks, however out of place, as a capper to the strange day she’d had.
“Well, that’s random,” she said to Aunt Andi, who was driving.
“It’s art,” Andi said, as if that explained everything.
There was a pause, as Sam waited for Andi to further explain.
“Art?” Sam said finally, raising her eyebrows. “Since when are question marks art?”
Andi turned to look at Sam.
“How would you define art?” she asked.
Sam thought of her dad’s paintings. That was art. Giant question marks were most definitely not art. It made her feel angry and uncomfortable to imagine that Andi might put her dad’s paintings and those question marks in the same category.
“I don’t know, but it’s not that.” Sam said. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes to emphasize the point.
Andi laughed. Sam thought of all the books on art in Andi’s library. She had thought Andi must be some kind of art expert. Clearly not.
I've challenged myself to create a writing prompt and write a short response to it each day of April as part of the A to Z blogging challenge. Read more about the A to Z blogging challenge here. Thanks for reading!