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| Multiplicative | Dec 16 2008, 11:24 PM Post #1 |
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So this is my story for last week's prompt. I know it's a little late, but I wrote it after school, so yeah. Anyway, it's following the prompt jar of dirt. Oh, and I don't know how accurate it is in terms of plant growth, so just go with it. Here it is: The little girl, perhaps eight years old, runs to the yard, blond pigtails bouncing. She eagerly scoops earth from the ground into the large glass jar which had moments ago contained her father's assorted office supplies (all of which now lay unceremoniously scattered where she dumped them out onto the floor). Having filled the jar perhaps two-thirds full of soil, she proceeds to rifle through her pockets. Finding her goal at last, she drops the seed into the jar and covers it gently with dirt. The girl is older now. She is beginning middle school, anxious but excited. She passes by her small plant, white roots visible through the transparent glass, and smiles warmly at it. She thinks that this year, she might become a cheerleader, or join the school band, or don all black clothes. She might get a boyfriend, or be popular. Maybe she'll become an artist, or join the debate team. Anything is possible. High school now, and the girl is different. Her blond hair gave way to brown with age, then was turned blue by her careful hands and store-bought dye. She is a decent student, but her true love is her garden. She nurtures her flowers and assorted plants, including the one she recently transplanted from its large glass jar. She leaps up from her plants when she hears the honking of the horn of her boyfriend's car. The girl is home from college now, just for the few days of Thanksgiving break. She glances sadly at the garden which has fallen into disrepair in her absence. She enjoys the freedom of college, is fond of the intellectuals and freethinkers, laughs when she sees the naked bicyclist or the girl who comes to class in a duct tape dress. Still, the wildness of her once carefully cultivated and garden and the silent tensions of the house make her miss the days of childhood, when everything was simple and everyone was happy. She is back home for a few days, helping her mother organize her father's belongings. He hasn't been gone long, but her mother does not cry or crumble as they box away everything left. The girl who is no longer only a girl is working as a receptionist now. She has a boyfriend, and she knows it's serious, even if he still hasn't asked her to marry him after three years together. Needing a break from the stifling presence of her mother and her father's memory, she is surprised to see in the midst of a chaotic garden the modest tree she has waited twenty years to grow. Criticisms? Suggestions? |
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| LynnHawthorne | Dec 17 2008, 12:15 PM Post #2 |
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Aww... That's cute! It's all RAWR reality for the girl, and then there's a tree. And trees do take a long time to grow... so I think you covered that just fine.
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