While grocery shopping today, I saw a small pile of broken glass in the parking space next to me. I took notice of it to make sure I wouldn’t go over it as I left.
Walking past it as I made my way toward the store, I saw a piece of paper in the pile. It was the label.
MD 20/20.
A million thoughts ran through my mind. When you primarily write crime fiction, a shattered bottle of MD 20/20 in a grocery store parking lot gives you ideas. I wouldn’t exactly call it inspiration but it was a visual clue, a detail, that small element that is necessary for good storytelling.
And, no, I do not have any ideas for a story at this time. I finished my shopping and got home and had lunch and thought a good long time about that broken bottle.
