Take this photo for instance:
The first thing I think of is a Polynesian restaurant or a tiki lounge. So, let's write about it.
Sandra knew she shouldn't have answered his text, but she couldn't bear the thought of not seeing him again before he left the city. She hurried through the busy streets packed with commuters and dodged a bum on the corner. Sandra strode up to the familiar door and took a deep breath. Memories of drinking rum soaked zombies with girlfriends here made her smile. But as she opened the door...
Anyone care to finish the sentence?
"If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it." ~Toni Morrison