Writing Prompt for Wednesday Stories 2/8/17
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February
2, 2017
This prompt is simple: write a story or an opinion
piece about all the photos shown below. Just try it! And did you
know — a story can be as short as three lines? Word limit: 500 (It
will always be this unless noted otherwise.). Send your piece to
stantonsunshine@gmail.com by Monday noon, please.
EMMA
She made it to the top of the
hill. The lone tree had stood there for
hundreds of years. What changes had it
seen? The sky above was dotted with
scudding clouds, the expanse of space above took her breath away or was that
just the hike up the hill? This getting
older business was beginning to get on her nerves. Her knees gave her gyp, her hips ached, let
alone the calf muscles in the back of her legs.
Panting slightly, hoping to regain control of her breathing Emma set her
back pack on the grassy mound and plunked down beside it.
Now this was the life, no cell
reception, no interruptions just her and nature, she could connect with the
universe. Oh get over yourself said her
inner voice. Who on earth do you think
you are? You are just plain Emma, middle
aged, frumpy, your children have flown the nest and their lives are too busy to
keep in touch, your husband left you for a younger, more nubile female and here
you are convening with the elements.
Inside her mind came a louder
voice, loud but gentle. An image of her
granddaughter swinging in the garden made Emma smile for a moment and then
reality hit. She couldn’t see her
granddaughter’s face. It was hidden from
her. She tried to send thoughts to the
little girl she may never see, closed her eyes and willed the face to come to
her but no luck. She’d just have to make
do with sending Christmas and birthday cards to little Marie and hope she got
them.
Emma dozed off in the peace of
the hillside, the sun’s rays warmed her upturned face. How long she had been asleep she really
didn’t know when a strange noise alerted her senses. She couldn’t place the sound. Was she dreaming or was she now awake and
back in reality?
Whoosh, whoosh, the air was
moving in wafts around her. She opened
her eyes and quickly shut them as she was assaulted by a myriad of colourful
images.
Colourful hot-air balloons were
floating in the sky above her replacing the clouds. Miniature people started waving at her as she
heard the popping and whistling of air being inflated and deflated from the
balloons.
Emma looked down towards the
village seeing a smorgasbord of colour, so many more balloons were getting
ready to sail up in to the air. She’d
completely forgotten this weekend was the annual hot-air balloon festival.
She felt her spirits lift, her
life wasn’t really so bad, she was reasonably healthy, apart from those aches
and pains mentioned earlier. She had
friends and she vowed she would make more of an effort to stay in touch with
her children and grandchildren.
Thank you, kind soul, she sent up
silent thoughts of gratitude to whoever was beyond the universe for making her
see her life was in her own hands, she just had to grab it and go with it.
Word count: 500
I'm glad Emma was able to feel positive about reinventing her life.
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