Ticking Away

            After reading both of these I am a bit flummoxed about what to do next. I was taken forward by Brenda miller’s piece, for it awoke a part of my brain-housing group that lay slumbering, almost forgotten about until now. This seemed to be a direct relative of flash non-fiction that was waiting to strike with precision and timing. I wrote rather easily and chuckled to myself that I didn’t think of this before. After we have been writing, painting scenes, characters, emotions, sights, and sounds, we are left to start building the “house”. Crafting the craft, maybe. Now we know of a few other features that we might like to work on and unveil later or now.

           

            As I watched the older boy open the door for the old lady, it spoke to me as a gesture of pure kindness. Seeing things later in life, I have been made aware of certain acts of humanity. When he said, “your welcome Ma’am”, the twinkle in her eye could have melted an iceberg. His smile was wholesome, so it seemed to me, your cheeks looked funny but at that age, lots of things appeared funny to me.

           

            Their eyes met in the hallway, shock and awe filled the air accompanied by the think smoke of recently exhaled bong hits. Unbelievable that this time had come, the Doper and Law Man on neutral ground with no scenario like this ever planned by either of them. An aggressive move would not be in anyone’s best interest for the aftermath would affect many more than just them.

             

            Honking horns, feet scurrying by, people brushing past with only themselves in mind, such a place for goodbyes. Will it be forever or just a space in time? Tough love and emotionally challenged are what paves the way for the next step in this adventure called life. What is that feeling or is it for sale?

            Her two hands closed down on mine while I wiped the tears with the other one. “She spoke of you often and always in good light”, said the daughter. Being that this was the third time in less than two months, their deaths were slowly killing him. To feel the pain of someone’s death is to know that you have loved.

            I may have “strayed off course” on this. It was fun writing as I revisited events in my life that I hadn’t thought of in some time. I started a few different drafts that I plan on adding to in the future. I definitely know that this method of writing from Miller needs more attention from myself. I thought that Green Jeans was interesting and insightful but that I needed a historical timeline, which didn’t seem as a free flowing writing exercise for me. I do miss interpret instruction sometimes but this seemed like a research project.