This was Barbara’s take on this month’s writing prompt; The community seemed to adjust…
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This was Barbara’s take on this month’s writing prompt; The community seemed to adjust…
This month’s writing prompt was…
As usual we wrote for ten minutes and each person took it a different way. Follow along to see some of the reactions to the sentence. And if you didn’t make it to the meeting but still want to see where the prompt takes you, just set the timer for ten minutes and go. If you want to share, send your work to valeriegaumont@gmail.com for posting.
This is Paula’s take on the November writing Prompt…
Her choice would be to stay as long as she could…
Her choice would be to stay as long as she could. Non confrontational, timid, unsure, she knew how to make the bad things better by building a shimmering interior castle. And, so, she constructed that castle, bit by bit, a ray of light at a time. The first months of her marriage slipped by and then the first years. Everything proceeded as planned, the darkening day-by-days made bearable by the light only she could see. But then came the day that divided the past from the future. The day her baby girl came. The day the light moved from the inside to the outside. The beauty of her living treasure so pure and piercing, it cried for protection. That is when she decided to step away. Painful, slow, a battle to be fought alone. But one day she and her treasure left the darkness and began to live in the light. That is how she learned that light is meant to shine on the outside, meant to be seen and meant to be shared.
In the November writing prompt, this is what Sally came up with for:
Her choice would be to stay as long as she could…
Her choice would be to stay as long as she could….
in the bubbles, in the warm,
in the candle-lit room
as she drips the sponge over her toes,
runs the scented water down her arm,
lets her hands float on puffy clouds of foam.
x
Nothing exists here except the quiet.
The door is locked to all outside creatures
who would steal her peace, the schedules,
the children, the meals, the laundry,
the exhausting doing of every day.
x
If she could stay here,
right here, she would as long
as she could, a day, a night,
a lifetime of rinse and soap
and letting it all go
x
or, at least, until the water
turns cold and her fingertips
shrivel and her hair melts
into the steamy tiles…
x
just one minute more…
As a note the Hill Country Women of Words meeting has been changed to the second Tuesday of the month at 1 pm. Please contact Sally Clark for more information. (sally_s_clark@yahoo.com)
November Writing prompt…
Her choice would be to stay as long as she could…
As always, if you didn’t make it to the meeting feel free to join us in this prompt. Just take out a blank page of paper and a pen and set the timer for ten minutes. Then send your creation to valeriegaumont@gmail.com for posting here as part of our group. Happy writing!
What Linda wrote for the June prompt, “Suspicions kept arising.”
The wedding party arrived at the reception in a limousine, but when the maid of honor reached into her purse to pay the driver, her cash was gone. Others checked into purses and wallets to find them empty as well. Even the mother of the bride had money missing. Finally a friend paid the driver, but a black cloud fell over the reception. Suspicions kept arising.
The next week, after filing a police report the mother of the bride also found that her prepaid grocery card was also missing. With some checking, she found the card was assigned a number which the grocery store could trace to a transaction. With the transaction time, a video then identified the person using the card. It turned out to be a good friend of the bride’s mother, who had stolen the money from the bridal party dressing rooms at the church. She was arrested, and it was found that this was not her first offense. Restitution and probation were in order this time.
The June prompt at this month’s WOW meeting was…”Suspicions kept arising.” Even if you didn’t attend, feel free to do the ten minute exercise and send it in. Whether or not you made it, please send your submissions to Valerie for posting: valeriegaumont@gmail.com
What Sally wrote for the May prompt, We were never close.
“We were never close…”
by Sally Clark
*
We were never close,
miles and years separate us,
the woman in the grave
and me.
*
We share blood and a town,
memories, I think, and
footsteps as I walk along
the paved sidewalk in
my neon athletic shoes, I imagine
her skirts raising puffs of dust
from the dirt street that still lies
beneath.
*
Church bells announce
the hours and I pause to listen
to their echo across the wooded creek
and through my window where
she might have stopped her work,
raised the ladle from her cast iron pot
of boiling vegetables and marked
the hours passing as beautiful chimes,
from day to day to year to year
for generations to come,
time marked in graceful notes
of music.
The May prompt for the Hill Country Women of Words was:
We were never that close.
Please send your submissions to Valerie for posting on this site, valeriegaumont@gmail.com
Sally’s take on the March writing prompt, The rain forced us inside.
RAIN FORCED US INSIDE
Big, flat splats plop and
shoulder their way down
the drain pipe; bullying tender
springs of grass, flattening
pansy petals and silencing
song birds in their nests.
*
Draping the day in gray,
puddling the street and soggy lawn,
beating down on my umbrella,
we all wait, hibernate, gravitate
to dry places until this rain spills
down the curb and fills
the ditches, passing away, far away
and steams in the sun.