Today I went on my morning walk and saw a couple chatting with a lady walking her dog. I thought to myself as I continued along the road, "oh! a writing prompt!" I figured I could write about that moment and perhaps some internal monolog one of the people was having. I sat down and began to write starting from waking up in the morning, and never got the character further than their bedroom door.
It sorta goes to show you, what you end up with may be very different from what you initially set out to do. I'm super happy with the short piece of writing I came up with, and now still have that other moment in my back pocket to pull out later if I feel lost for ideas. A fear most artists have, but weirdly always find some inspiration when needed.
Anyhow, enough for tonight, I'm going to mull a prompt for tomorrows writing and let my thoughts just wonder for the rest of the night.