Writing Prompt for 3/8/17
· March 2, 2017
This week’s challenge from Debb is slightly different:
1. Think back to when you were 10 years old. If that causes a problem, make something up.
2. Tell us in a narrative, story or poem what did your 10 year old self think about SNOW?
3. If it helps you, use the bad grammar and less-than-perfect spelling that a 10 year old might have.
4. Do not limit yourself on the word count, and write at least one sentence; the only thing we are NOT interested in would be a novel.
Everyone is welcome to try the challenge. Mail your piece to firstname.lastname@example.org by Monday noon, 3/6/18, then check back on Wednesday to read all the entries. Questions? Just write me – thanks!
We didn’t know if we would get there on time. The snow had come down overnight covering the roads in a blanket of white. Mum was getting agitated. She shouted at my brother and myself while dad went out to start the car. He sat there with the engine running, he said it was to warm up the car for us all but now, many decades later, I wonder if he just wanted to get out of the house.
We had a journey of about an hour before we arrived at my aunt’s house where we were all going to get changed. This wedding had been planned forever it seemed. My grandmother had been going all day and all night on her Singer Sewing machine trying to get my bridesmaid dress and my brother’s pageboy outfit ready before we left.
I was so excited. Outside looked so pretty, crisp and clean, flakes of snow falling gently on my hair. I tried to lick the snowflakes to see what they tasted like. My brother and I had a competition to see who could hold a snowflake the longest before it melted. I don’t think either of us won but it didn’t stop us from bickering about it.
We arrived eventually, bags and baskets were carried in to Aunt Ivy’s flat about the shop. She was still working in the shop, she wouldn’t close the shop until the very last minute.
All the adults seemed cross so I just sat quietly on the sofa until it was my turn to have my hair done. My brother played with his cars. Finally we were all dressed up and bundled in to the cars. The sun came out and melted the snow from the ground as we drove through the lanes to the church.
A winter wedding. My first time as a bridesmaid. I was quite nervous. I didn’t want to trip up, the dress was longer than I was used to wearing. The two pageboys were smart enough but I thought I was the bee’s knees in my long red velvet dress, a red peaked bonnet on my head and my heads kept warm in a muff.
Then I saw the grown-up bridesmaids. They were so elegant I wished I was their age. Their hair was in a bouffant style. Their muffs matched mine but they didn’t need a cord to keep it around their necks, they knew how to hold them. We were given brooches which were pinned on the white faux fur collars of my dress and the other small bridesmaid’s dress, the two adult bridesmaids (the bride’s sister and the bride’s friend) wore their brooches on their dresses. The two page boys wore red velvet bowties and braces and stood to attention for the photos shoot.
My very favourite photograph is the one where my grandmother is sprinkling confetti over me – I felt so special that day.
The church was picture perfect and the photos taken by the lych gate bring back memories of a wonderful day for a ten year old girl. Perhaps the snow could have stayed for a while to make the photos more romantic but for ease of everyone and those who had to travel it was a bonus that all the snow had melted away and the sunshine came out to play.
Photo credit: Sally Stackhouse
|Photo credit: Sally Stackhouse|
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Photo credit: Sally Stackhouse
The three pictures below are of Hollington Church in the Woods taken from Google Images