“What the **** is that?” Nope, I’m not proud of my initial response to the picture prompt in my Facebook fiction writer’s group. I don’t usually attempt any of the challenge prompts; I much prefer to slave over my work-in-progress and bang my head on the desk.  It must have been the whole end-of-year revelry vibe that made me think it was a good idea to STOP and look around. And it was a good idea; only I didn’t know that when the picture was released and those words fell from my mouth. And that’s where the story idea for “Time to Move” came from. What if someone didn’t know what that tower was? Who would be the kind…