Writing Prompt: Use 2 or 3 paragraphs to describe something which would only need 1 or 2 sentences.
The door, a beautiful mahogany with ageing handles, stood magnificently in the hallway of the old Victorian home. Michael had always meant to replace the original hinges as they groaned whenever he opened it but, even with its imperfections, he couldn’t help but marvel at its beauty every once in a while. He always enjoyed telling people about its history, bought from an antique dealer in Barcelona for not much more than fifty pounds and driven carefully across Europe all so he could hang it. He always called it his best bargain to date because he had decided it was worth at least four times that and must have belonged to a prince because no normal person would commission such an extravagant door.
Pushing it open, its same familiar creak almost being like a welcome home from his long trip away he looked longingly over his kitchen. He had always wanted to replace it. The stained yellow cupboards and vinyl flooring did not compliment the rest of the house in the slightest but, whenever he had saved enough to do so, he had chosen an adventure instead because, after all, adventures were far more important if he wanted to have great stories to tell… or at least a story better than Sarah from accounts story of the sixty seventh time she went on a cruise and she swears she saw an extra from Star Wars there. Sarah always had stories but Michael always made sure his was better, and so, the kitchen would have to wait. He figured he could probably pass it off as kitsch if he really wanted to anyway.
The kitchen was bare and Michael soon set about filling it. He put six apples in the fruit bowl. New milk in the fridge, as well as yogurts and vegetables and butter. The bread went into the bread bin and the old bread went into the main bin. He put the spices into the spice rack. The soups in the cupboard, the pasta in the container, and the tinfoil in to the drawer. Gathering the empty bags, he made his way to the corner where his bag of bags hid behind a plant he had forgotten to water and had all but died. Finally, he put the kettle on and waited for a much needed coffee after a long flight home.
Jennifer Pickering 