Prompts

I've never read Franz Kafka's novel, Metamorphosis, so I have no idea what happened to his monstrous vermin. Here's what I did with his opening sentence.

A passage about betrayal in a style inspired by Mary Shelley.

This image prompted me to write about what's absent. There are eight lanes, but only seven runners crossing the finish line.

I could have just described the view. But surely what we see is shaped by perspective? I added some context to give the imagery more meaning.