Today's Free write was inspired by Julia, one of the three writers who take turns with prompts for their 10 minute Tuesday Free Write. This exercise it almost sacred to them.
Julia's Free Write
Time is fleeting.
Whether she wants to admit it, or not, her life has whizzed by like a rocket headed for outer space.
That little boy who was sporty, interested in words and photography has turned into someone responsible for overseeing the reading of data put together by others in the field. Still writes well and his photos are stunning.
His younger brother was a born creator: she even hosted handicraft sessions for him and some 10 of his friends, once a week for a whole school year – she who can’t even draw a decent stick figure!
That son followed his own path of creation, travel and eventually, as an adult, got his teaching credentials and is teaching art.
Genetics repeat. She now has to dig up ideas for the first son of the analytical brother, who, like his uncles, adores handicrafts.
A real challenge: this one – flowers for their mother – was created with the help of his little brother!
Lovely to watch life repeat.
Rick's Free Write
Albert sat in his recliner, contemplating the packages in front of him. Wrappings in vibrant colours of yellow, orange, blue, green and a festive birthday design.
He was 65.
Still in his pajamas, a tepid cup of tea on the sideboard, he decided to start the unveiling of the gifts.
The first was a book, a favourite mystery writer from Scotland. That should be a gruesome read.
Next was a package of chocolate chip cookies. Not that special but always welcome.
Then, in the yellow wrapping, a new pair of reading glasses.
In anticipation, he ripped into the yellow wrapping. It was one of those with layers of paper and only a small item in the centre. Deodorant. A gag gift. Who would do that?
Finally, Albert lifted the green wrapping. It felt very light. And revealed a bookmark.
He sat back, took a sip of tea, and scanned the room, as if to decide who to thank first.
The rest of the room was empty.
D-L's Free Write
Matt had given Anne flowers every Saturday saying, "Because I love you." That was the one happy memory of her marriage.
When he hit her once too often she left the house, town, state. She found a room in Bluefield, West Virginia in a house that might have been part of a plantation before city growth. Then she found a job as a waitress. She was afraid that Matt would find her if she applied for a university teaching post. Instead, she made her room cozy.
The only thing she missed were flowers, but flowers were not in her budget.
One evening on her way home from work, she saw a packet of construction paper with many colors. She grabbed it.
At home she made paper flowers to remind herself not of the good things in her marriage nor Matt saying he loved her. The paper flowers said, "I love myself."
Visit D-L.'s website https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504
Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.
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