As we learned on Twitter last week, writing prompts are very bad (or… necessary and good? If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I am so jealous of you). So, this is not a writing prompt, but a simple question: Who among us will write a short story about the inner lives of the midcentury mannequins who will be filling the tables at a luxury Virginia restaurant while social distancing measures mandate that it operate at 50% capacity?
According to Washingtonian, the three-Michelin-starred Inn at Little Washington hopes to reopen at the end of the month, with 50% of its tables occupied by mannequins outfitted in 1940s-era costumes. Even better: “Servers will be instructed to pour them wine and to ask them about their evening.”
Once again, this is not a writing prompt. But I would also settle for a poem.