Story prompts

    Sometimes when I can't figure out what to write about, I open a writing book or two, or google story prompts. Most of the prompts are along the lines of: a husband catches his wife in a lie, and he follows her around and find something he doesn't expect.

    Or: A mom is putting her son's socks away and finds something she never thought she's see in a drawer belonging to a child of hers.
    Or: A man walks into his boss's office expecting to get fired.
    Or: A politician is found in a compromising position with an ex-colleague.

    Really? Do these suggestions really inspire people to write? I suppose a really good writer would be able to make something of these...really good writers already have. I can't imagine anything more dreary. It is I'm sure a failure of character on my part, or perhaps a sign that I am not a really good writer (I'm shocked! Shocked, I tell you!), but if I thought I had to write about offices and snoopy parents and jealous husbands, not to mention drug addictions and unscrupulous coaches, all the time I would throw away all my pens and notebooks and never open another Word document for the rest of my life. (I'd go back to Nisus. If only I had a Mac.)
    And while I'm typing all this, I notice that the back of my mind is mulling over these scenarios and trying to see if it can squeeze any hyperspace or elves into them. Or a tree. Or The Tree.....one of the socks seemed kind of lumpy. Betty glanced over her shoulder to make sure that Egbert was still talking to his friends in the yard. Should she? She must! A mother should know what kind of dangerous substances her son might be hiding from her. She grabbed the sock and quickly upended it and gave it a little shake. A baggie containing the biggest pecan she'd ever seen slipped out to rest on her palm. Suddenly the door slammed. "Honey!" came a voice down the hall. Not Egbert, but almost as bad. "Wilfred! I didn't expect you home so soon! Is everything all right?" She managed to slip the pecan back into the sock and stuff it back into the drawer with all the fresh socks before he came into the room. "Wait'll I tell you! Mr. Banks called me into his office today.....................
    Et cetera.
    There may be room for a superhero here.