You know the feeling. Someone's watching you. Turning quickly, you catch their eyes darting away from your direction. But you knew. And now your muse is onto it too! Ideas don't always come that easy, but it can happen just that fast.
During those desolate times when ideas seem as scarce as chickens in a fox den, I turn to prompts. This time, a prompt led me to the pantry. No kidding. And no, not for a snack ;-) The prompt was to choose a favored can or box from your cupboard and include each ingredient in whatever you write. Here goes:
The needle-sharp thorns which produced thin rivulets of pureed tomato paste on his onion powder skin notwithstanding, one of the most supreme spices of his solitary life was spying on her as she took her daily dip in the river. On particularly warm days, he worried that the faint smell of the distilled vinegar mixture he drank to keep his pinto bean-colored skin a lighter than natural tone, might give away his presence; high in a velvet mesquite though nothing could dispel the rhapsody of his undercover observations. Below the paprika sprinkles across a duchess nose, were full, sculptured lips that would taste like sugar; he knew. But during his heady reverie the soybean oil he’d used to repel mosquitos began to sting like salt on his numerous wounds, and he found himself deposited on the ground in a cloud of garlic powder sand, as the object of his adoration made a hasty retreat from the sparkling water.