Once more into the rabbit hole, Dear Alice…
This week’s story-prompt photo was taken at Hidden Valley Ranch in Pecos, New Mexico.
We had just been sharing cocktails and conversation on the patio outside the main lodge, when said conversation suddenly turned on me, with the end result being that I was now expected to write a murder mystery that would take place at said ranch. (More details on how this transpired can be found here.)
Flush with excitement over the impending project (as well as flush with healthy dollops of Tito’s Vodka in my cranberry juice), I marched forth to take “plot inspiration” photos around the compound. This is one of them.
I will not speak of the exact location where this stairwell can be found in the Hidden Valley Slaughter Ranch. I will not speak of what is behind me or what is below me. I will not speak of exactly how said stairwell figures in the heinous, homicidal rampage that I will someday get around to scribbling.
But, hopefully, you, Dear Alice or Alex, can use this photo to imagine a scene in the mayhem manuscript, be it a pivotal moment in the madness or a mere transitional moment when the potential Hidden Valley Victims forget that they are being hunted due to all the Tito’s Vodka. What, pray tell, has just happened, is happening, or is about to happen?
Or you can just write whatever you want, with nary a nod to evil under the New Mexico sun.
Enjoy your tumble down the rabbit hole.
Categories: Flash Fiction