This week I had another return customer request two articles from me. I realize that it is a slow journey and a dance of forward and back. Other than career goals I hosted some friends from out of town and we did a little 5 minute writing at the house, before Cards against Humanity.
Here there be Dragons
The thunk of the hammer meeting wood could be heard through the woods and bouncing off the rock of the cave mouth behind him. The wooden sign had been painstakingly painted, just like all the others he had placed in the area.
After admiring his handy work he shifted his large winged body around careful of the signs and his tail to enter his home, calm in the knowledge that all creatures large and small would know to tread with care on his grass.
Herbal Tea
Steam rose from the cup warming her hands to disappear into the fog on the window next to her. She sat in the window seat, the only soul to brave the cold glass. There she was book balanced, momentarily forgotten on her knee, cup in hand, and her raspberry hat keeping her chocolate colored curls in some kind of order.
Her eyes gazed into the fogged glass of the window seeing a kaleidoscope of colors from the holiday lights and passing cars. So lost in thought that she had not taken a drink of her tea in several moments.
Sugar Sweet
She was cold, her little hands pink from it, and she was sure her nose was too. The clothes she was wearing didn’t seem to block out the cold either. But, mom told her it would be warm inside, so she followed behind mom and Bob into the building.
The restaurant had brown wood walls, red bench seats, and the lady who lead them had on the same type of dress Grandma had in her closet. We all sat a table Bob and mom talked as they pretended to look over the menu. She knew then that....
Celestial
“You see that line of stars right there.” he pointed into the night sky above them. She nodded her head and pushed a stray hair back behind her ear where the summer wind had plucked it from moments before.
“That is how you find Orion's belt every summer.” he told her as he pointed out the rest of the matrix of stars that made up the constellation in question. As she traced the path with her own fingers he bent down and kissed her neck. “Now you will never forget this constellation, will you?” he said.
Nostalgia
With every prompt a new memory filled her mind and poured themselves from her pen onto the paper. Some were sweet, some heart wrenching, others were cruel, but still they came one by one to the surface of her mind.
They bubbled and steamed, crying to be free again. They demanded to be free to share her story, her past, her pain. Then they seethed as the timer stopped each one before they were completely free.
As the next prompt was pulled, she almost cringed wondering what kind of memory would this one bring.
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