Thursday, November 16, 2006

Now and Then, Part II

Thinking about just how different his life was now from when he was a child, he lost himself in reverie, the rhythm of the wind in the trees moving back and forth like a needle and thread embroidering his vision. A dream of vintage days playing in the streets and hanging out with his brothers and sisters. Staying out until dusk, they would try not to hear their mother calling them for dinner. That ploy only lasted so long though, for when their mother’s voice took on that certain tone, she meant business and it was inconceivable to them that there was any option other than immediate obedience. He didn’t understand until many years later his good fortune at being born to such a woman.


Word Beads is a weekly writing meme. The challenge is to string the week's five chosen "words below with other words of your choosing to fashion a sentence, several sentences, a paragraph, several paragraphs, a poem, or even a short story."

For better or for worse, this week's challenge is a continuation of last week's story, Now and Then.

This week's words were:

Thread
Dream
Rhythm
Vintage
Inconceivable

Until tomorrow,

Mary



16 down, 14 to go

4 comments:

V-Grrrl said...

Lovely piece.

And I like the graphic. You go, Mary!

MarillaAnne said...

You amaze me!

atypical said...

The question is, are you keeping this story elsewhere so that we can re-read it all at once in a year or so when the word beads novel is finished?

Love it!

-t

Mary-LUE said...

t - I'm not sure what is going to happen with this. After last week, Terri said she wanted to hear more but I wasn't sure what more I had to tell. I pondered continuing the story with this week's beads and I was able to this week.

I remember reading Madeleine L'Engle and her writing that the story takes you where it is supposed to go. Right now, I don't know where this story is supposed to go and if I'm going to take it there.

We'll see what next week's beads bring!