Using at least three of the pictures and a maximum of 500 words our task is to craft a story.
ALICE
Scuffing through the autumn
leaves in her wellington boots, forgetting for a moment or two that she was an
adult, a grown up, a responsible human being with responsibilities for not only
herself but other people.
She looked down at her feet,
feeling the cold seep up through her woollen socks, creeping up her shins into
her kneecaps. Then she saw the
daisy. A daisy peeking through the dead
leaves. The meaning wasn’t lost on
her. In all dark days there was a glimmer
of hope, new life dawning, so come on, girl, she chided herself get it
together.
Head up high, shoulders squared,
Alice started back towards home. She
would get through these next few days. She would show them all. No matter what they thought of her she would
not dissolve into a useless heap, a female who couldn’t cope, one who cried and
cried. She was done crying. She was done feeling sorry for herself. She was done being the victim.
With renewed purpose Alice set
about the housework, dusting, polishing, sweeping and hoovering until the
living areas gleamed and sparkled. It
was an hour and a half cycle on the washing machine and she was very proud of
all she’d achieved in that time. Now it
was time to hang put the washing on the line.
The wonderful breeze would dry the laundry in no time. She smiled to herself as she started hanging
items out, pleased as punch that she’d purchased wooden clothes pegs and not
those garishly coloured plastic pegs that broke and snapped their springs as
soon as you put them under any pressure.
Sheets and duvet covers were too heavy for them but the wooden ones,
apart from being nice and tactile to the touch, could cope with anything.
As she hung each piece of
clothing she chanted her mantra over and over again. ‘Peg
the tops from the bottom and bottoms from the top.’ She didn’t suffer from OCD, honest, she said
to no-one in particular as there was no-one in the garden to hear her anyway
but really why people didn’t comply with this simple rule of hanging wet
washing out was beyond her. Again she
chanted under her breath ‘tops from the
bottom and bottoms from the top.’
She stood back and surveyed the
whirligig washing line – perfectly hung out washing. What more could a girl want?
Well quite a bit actually she
mused. For example, those gorgeous peek-a-boo
golden shoes, set off with a bow on the front she saw in the shop window last
week.
They were so delicious, she
didn’t really care how much they cost (because she could never afford them
anyway) neither did she care if she could actually walk in them. She would just display them on a shelf in the
living room and look at them every day.
She may even stroke the outline of them now and then probably in the
pretence of giving them a dust or a polish.
Word count: 499
I think I would like Alice. But I was really hoping that first goofy photo would make its way into your story. Ha Ha
ReplyDeleteI love the way you weave those photos into a story! I enjoyed that!
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