For a writer everything is a story. From the driver in the car next to you singing his heart out on the way to work to the bad joke overheard in line at the bank. A writer’s imagination runs wild at every turn and for me traveling opens my mind more than any other activity. That is why I am always inspired to write during or after a trip. My most recent trip was to Chicago. It was extremely last minute (bought the ticket on Thursday and left Friday evening). I had a chance to spend it with my friend and enjoy her company as well as see some of the great attractions the city has to offer. Now I am home, sitting at my computer trying to take in the 40 hours I spent there. As I look at the beautiful pictures of Millennium Park and Navy Pier, I know I have only touched the surface of this historic and dynamic city.
For writers, Chicago houses the spirits of amazing American writers. From Gwendolyn Brooks, the first African-American woman to win the Pulitzer Prize to Edgar Rice Burroughs, the man who brought us Tarzan. And one of my favorite authors Shel Silverstein wrote the first book of poetry I ever read. That literary history alone leaves most feeling inspired to write the next great American work.
The next great American work aside, today I am experimenting with some flash fiction inspired by this trip. Enjoy!
Champagne and Deep Dish Pizza
Torn faux leather seats smoky rooms and bottom shelf liquor are not our scene. We leave regretting the decision to make our way away from downtown. A cab ride and a lucky streak lead our night deep into the city, gliding from bars to restaurants. We are hungry and our menu consists of Champagne as an appetizer and deep dish pepperoni pizza as the final course. Our companions prove to be worthy of the evening and wish us well as the sun rises over the Tower.