As I was driving to work this morning, the breeze rustled the stalks on the corn that is just starting to grow in my part of the world. It immediately made me think of The Children of the Corn (a story by Stephen King (and a movie)). If any of you have read (or seen) that story, the image of the cornstalks moving is pretty creepy to me. And it is sort of scary to walk between the rows of corn and not know what is in the field (if you’ve ever done that sort of thing).
So here’s the challenge: Write about those fields of corn. It doesn’t have to be creepy. But it does have to be about those cornstalks blowing in the breeze. Other than that, you have free reign.