What does your front porch say about you? Warm and well-kept, cold and ignored, or used yet welcome. Is it accurate or telling of something else in the works? Write of a character who analyzes this distinct entrance into people's lives.
What if you were a seagull? Hated by some, never quite feeling wanted, often overlooked for your service. Constantly tempted by passersby to overindulge in their junk food, most days finding your feast in the garbage. Yet perfectly capable of riding the wind and spending a lazy glorious day at the beach. What if?