Instead of pulling a slip of paper out of the really big pill bottle that would be a jar, I decided to do something a little different: So, does this inspire your muses? Special thanks to my cousin Rita for finding the pic!

So far my muse just says "woah"

So pretty!

*jumps in car and leaves immediately*

My muse just said the said thing yours did, Chris! That's some photo!

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Great, a mystery box, possibly full of bombs or maybe dead things. It reminds me of a particular birthday when I received flowers for the occasion, but they were dead. LOL. Nice way to weave the prompt into this piece RIGirl!

Hmmm...still a mystery, huh? Hope nothing happens to it overnight!

Just a short one for this week.... ***** He pressed the pedal to the floor, feeling the hum of power touch every nerve. The road ahead was clear, nothing before him but the clouds, the sun glowing off them giving them the image of flames in the sky. It was how he imagined the God Phoenix looked in firebird mode. Idly he wondered if he would ever see it as a civilian, before hoping the team would never have to use it again. He started to think about his own future, how much his life had already changed and how it was going to change again. He had a home of his own, a wonderful girlfriend to share it with, and their baby due in a few short weeks. As well as that, he could now supplement his meagre earnings with the occasional race. Smiling to himself he pushed the replica G-2 a little bit harder. From this perspective, his life was looking pretty good.

KT: Aw, he sounds so happy.

yeah, he does doesn't he just hope it lasts eh?

I hope it's a happy ending for him.