Her two actors stood by a stone wall. She explained the shot.

“I need three shots. From the distance, mid-distance and close up. When we’re doing the distant shot, you’ll need to look like you’re wanting to bump parts. Get close, hang on tight, tilt your pelvises, be passionate.”

The actors nodded their understanding. They would make it look good.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Bump”

  1. Sarah never slowed for speed bumps. Instead, she’d sail over them at forty, fifty miles per hour, sending her yelling passengers flying everywhere, spilling groceries across the trunk, upending open bottles of Pepsi from the cup holders as she laughed.

    Ah, to be fifteen.

    And driving with only your permit.

  2. A bump is a message. It announces a need for caution or speed reduction on a roadway. It signals a response of the body to cold (Goose bumps they call this). Some older people feel them dermatologically. Bumps appear in landscapes as a natural phenomenon. Metaphorically a bump illustrates interference and therefore hindrance in advance of some sort. Paradoxically, but still metaphorically, a bump up is a good thing. Bump(s)rhymes with clump, lump, jump, ump, hump, mump(s), thump. dump, sump, pump. plump, I can imagine the fun Dr. Seuss might have had with the word “bump” and its sound-alikes.

  3. They were a bunch of brightly dressed people, in a sea of grays and off-whites.
    “It is a village dammit.You don’t have to show off your Guccis and Pradas there.Wear something sensible .”Her sister had cautioned , but human nature always triumphs. “Sensible” for her meant wearing the new Swarovski encrusted “Ghagra-chunni” she had bought from a show -room at Jaipur. She was a multi coloured macaw in this drab hill station of Hardwar. She was accompanied by a bunch of like-minded cronies , wearing Manish Malhotra creations to a place of pilgrimage , visited only by dusty, tired villagers , or National Geographic teams .
    They were neither. Hence , they created quite a flutter.
    First they were gawped at, and everyone kept a safe distance , as one would from a wild animal. Then they were besieged, by taxi-drivers , and beggar-children . Both out to fleece them , each in his own pitch.
    A party of eunuchs materialised from some where, and mistaking them for a bridal party, sought alms , clapping and dancing, aggressively around them .
    Then, Jane was bumped by a country bumpkin. She turned in alarm, and the guy made a sweeping gesture of fake contrition,his grin revealing rows of paan-stained teeth. The crowd laughed, till an elderly taxi-driver shooed him away.

    It was much later, in the hotel room, when she was rummaging in her purse to tip the bell-boy, that she discovered , she had been deftly pick-pocketed. The purse was intact, the contents weren’t. Everything, from her passport to her cash had been stolen.

  4. Watch out for the tope. Oh, God, watch out! The topes in Mexico were brutal. You had to slow down to a crawl in the villages because of their topes which were in essence speed bumps. It became a game as we traveled all over Mexico. The most fun was in a little village up in the high mountains were there actually was snow. Coffee beans grew there!! It was a beautiful spot. Couldn’t believe this was Mexico. I loved the fact that there were topes (bumps) because otherwise stupid tourists would continue to drive too fast through the little beautiful villages. You would wind up killing any one of the numerous mongrels in the village. Worse yet – one of the little children with their exquisite brown eyes and happy smiles. And even worse, the villagers would gather in the center of the villages on a certain day of the week for their markets. What easy marks if it weren’t for their precious topes.

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