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Her foot steps crunched as she walked along the frozen snow. The shushing of her fur robes muffled them. But she felt unaware of the only sounds as taken as she was by the tiny crystals floating through the air glinting and gleaming around her. Some giving the briefest hint of brilliant color as the sun light hit them. She held her hands and arms out to let them land on her, but they would float away or disappear as they got near to her.
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Once she had shut off the TV she realized that the sounds of metal dragging on concrete was not from the broadcasted city scene but out side her own suburban door. At 10 in the morning this was an unexpected sound. It stopped as she stood. The next sound to pierce the quite of her suburban home was the ringing tinkle of the glasses in her cabinet as they rattled against each other. She felt the rumble below her feet and the floor bucked and she fell as she was hit by a wall of sound.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
In the Airport
Prompt from Daily Writing Practice
Los Angeles 10AM August 15th 1985. The early morning August sun beat down on the sidewalk and the white terminal as she sat perched on the trunk. He sisters leaned on other various pieces of luggage that incase the belonging that they were taking with them for the next 2 years. Their Parents had gone to get a couple of carts. A tear leaked from her eye. She felt weak and had not slept in abed for two nights her bed went to the salvation army two weeks ago and she wouldn’t return to her family home to live. The last two years before college would be far away.
She could hear the planes taking off and landing on the other side of the building. Cars were coming and going dropping off vacationers and the early business commuters. Tomorrow morning she would be in England. A second tear leaked from her eye
London 10AM August 15th 1987. She waved good bye to her parents and Justin. Her trunk and suit case were checked and her over stuffed carry on was over her shoulder her purse, ticket and passport clutched in her hands through security she clutched them. Nerves jangled her and she felt weak with lack of sleep. On the other side the security person complained that she had too much stuff in her bag and that it made their job more difficult during the searching. When she stepped away she realized that she did not have her ticket and passport. She had needed them to get this far but she didn't have them now. She searched through her purse and her bag. Tears began to stream down her face. Her first flight alone and she had already lost her ticket and passport. She wasn’t ready for this. A Security person cam and asked what was wrong. She croaked out her problem and after escorting her from one person to another and repeating what had happened a call came from a plane on the runway that someone had found them. She was escorted to the plane given another ticket and sent to Chicago.
Los Angeles 10AM August 15th 1985. The early morning August sun beat down on the sidewalk and the white terminal as she sat perched on the trunk. He sisters leaned on other various pieces of luggage that incase the belonging that they were taking with them for the next 2 years. Their Parents had gone to get a couple of carts. A tear leaked from her eye. She felt weak and had not slept in abed for two nights her bed went to the salvation army two weeks ago and she wouldn’t return to her family home to live. The last two years before college would be far away.
She could hear the planes taking off and landing on the other side of the building. Cars were coming and going dropping off vacationers and the early business commuters. Tomorrow morning she would be in England. A second tear leaked from her eye
London 10AM August 15th 1987. She waved good bye to her parents and Justin. Her trunk and suit case were checked and her over stuffed carry on was over her shoulder her purse, ticket and passport clutched in her hands through security she clutched them. Nerves jangled her and she felt weak with lack of sleep. On the other side the security person complained that she had too much stuff in her bag and that it made their job more difficult during the searching. When she stepped away she realized that she did not have her ticket and passport. She had needed them to get this far but she didn't have them now. She searched through her purse and her bag. Tears began to stream down her face. Her first flight alone and she had already lost her ticket and passport. She wasn’t ready for this. A Security person cam and asked what was wrong. She croaked out her problem and after escorting her from one person to another and repeating what had happened a call came from a plane on the runway that someone had found them. She was escorted to the plane given another ticket and sent to Chicago.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Hiaku - footprints
Part of the prompt from Daily Writing Practice
tiny little feet
pitter patter little feet
heart is not prepared
tiny little feet
pitter patter little feet
heart is not prepared
December
Prompt from The One-Minute Writer
I have rule rules for December and the “holiday” season. You see my Birthday is December 8th and I hated having combined Christmas and birthday gifts. I may have under stood if My birthday was Christmas week. I also hated having my Birthday parties (the few I had) decorated by a Christmas tree. So The main rule is the tree does not go up until December 9th. There are others but this is paramount.
I have rule rules for December and the “holiday” season. You see my Birthday is December 8th and I hated having combined Christmas and birthday gifts. I may have under stood if My birthday was Christmas week. I also hated having my Birthday parties (the few I had) decorated by a Christmas tree. So The main rule is the tree does not go up until December 9th. There are others but this is paramount.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Home
The importance of place is often
Misplaced in bricks and mortar.
A red door
A room to walk through
Built in bookshelves made by hand
The long thin kitchen
With impossible to clean
Pink tiled counters
Ornate dark wood framed
Wooded Bed framed
Large Dark oak
Heavy desks
Books
Pictures
Memories
These can be moved with people.
Home come with
Love and people.
Misplaced in bricks and mortar.
A red door
A room to walk through
Built in bookshelves made by hand
The long thin kitchen
With impossible to clean
Pink tiled counters
Ornate dark wood framed
Wooded Bed framed
Large Dark oak
Heavy desks
Books
Pictures
Memories
These can be moved with people.
Home come with
Love and people.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
A Thanksgiving Prayer....
This was shared with with me and I though you all would like it too. Click through to read it. http://www.filmcritic.com/features/2010/11/a-science-fiction-thanksgiving-grace/
A Day Late
You'd think I was a guy but I knew all day but just kept forgetting to post On November 23rd 1963 The first Doctor graced the TV screens in the UK and I have to share this in celebration...
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