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03-14-2007, 06:12 PM
A little something I came up with the other night. I know it needs improvement, so any suggestions are most welcome! Enjoy.:yawnb:
The Dirt Road
Helen smiled for the first time in four weeks. Finally, she was out and about again! She fumbled around in her peach colored purse for her house keys. The old fashioned key was fastened to a silver hook via an old hair tie that had long since served its original purpose. It took a slight effort to turn the key—it always had, but her wrinkled hands were less patient than they were twenty years ago. She pulled it out again and tucked it in her breast pocket, and turned to face the lane. She took a long breath, taking in the crisp fresh air that always arrives after a storm. The garden had never smelled so wonderfully clean she decided. Morning dew sprinkled on roses and lavender and daisies brought new life to the world outside. The dirt road had been stained darker, and the green grass growing beside it had never looked more vibrant. Tree branches swayed in with the light breeze, dancing back and forth.
Helen smiled again. When she woke that morning she knew it would be a nice enough day, but now! Standing out in her garden, looking out over the wide, rolling hills she was positively giddy. She felt almost a like a young girl again. Overcome with emotion, she pulled the pin out of her hair and shook her now-white curls down around her shoulders. Twisting the locks around her fingers, she inspected them closer, marveling at how they weren’t as white as she thought. ‘It must be a trick of the light,’ she mused. ‘Oh, how light brightens every aspect of everything!’
She set off for town. It was time to greet her friends and neighbors whom she had not seen in past month while she was trapped in her seaside cottage. ‘I never want to lie in that bed again,’ she thought. ‘I never want Violet to bring me my food or a bucket ever again! Bless the woman, what a boring life the girl must lead, taking care of an old lady like myself. Why, I’d travel. I’d see the world and run and jump and skip and kiss! Oh, I would kiss every good looking lad I met! And maybe even a few ugly ones. Yes, everyone deserves a few kisses.’ She out a hand to her lips and marveled at how they weren’t as creased as she thought. They were smoother outdoors.
Helen blinked as the sun came out from behind the clouds. Oh, glorious sunshine! To her left she saw an old man, the lighting bouncing off his glasses. Light spread across the dirt road, the hills, the foliage, livening up a previously beautiful but dull landscape. Despite her poor eyesight, Helen looked down at her wrist and saw that her watch shined like a bright new penny—it was even easier to read. Still as good as new, she thought with an almost smug sort of satisfaction. She thought of the man who had given her the watch many years ago. She smiled for a third time. The sun hit its peak in the sky.
She walked faster now, a slight jaunt in her spirited steps. The dirt road seemed wider now, more even and solid. It astounded her how easy the walk was. ‘I was always an excellent walker,’ she remembered, ‘and a runner as well. How I miss racing all the boys!’ Suddenly she lost her footing and went down hard on her knee. She stood back up, the pain lessening with each passing moment. She was almost scared now. It should have hurt more. The pain shouldn’t have been fleeting, but rather drawn out and merciless. Why hadn’t it been excruciating? ‘I should not be standing,’ she thought. ‘I’m an old woman, how is that I feel no pain?’ She rubbed her knee cautiously, but what stopped after a moment, terrified to move. Her hand! Gone were the wrinkles and the liver spots! They were so incredibly smooth! Her fingers moved upward, tracing the freckles on her supple firm arm. Finally her nimble fingers reached her face. Her pounded faster, her muscles tensed, her breathing quickened. Soft skin replaced the wrinkled and dullness that had been there that very morning. Her hair was thick and wavy, a beautiful shade of blonde. As her trembling hands continued to roam her face they mixed with the tears that had begun to flow.
The old man she had seen just moments before was quickly making his way towards her. As he neared he too began to look younger. She recognized him in an instant. Smiling and laughing through the tears, they ran towards each other. They embraced passionately, a fierce reminder of the years past. Holding hands, they walked towards the cliffs. Neither paid any attention to the height of their position. They jumped. They felt the wind surround them.
They landed in a pool of light.
The Dirt Road
Helen smiled for the first time in four weeks. Finally, she was out and about again! She fumbled around in her peach colored purse for her house keys. The old fashioned key was fastened to a silver hook via an old hair tie that had long since served its original purpose. It took a slight effort to turn the key—it always had, but her wrinkled hands were less patient than they were twenty years ago. She pulled it out again and tucked it in her breast pocket, and turned to face the lane. She took a long breath, taking in the crisp fresh air that always arrives after a storm. The garden had never smelled so wonderfully clean she decided. Morning dew sprinkled on roses and lavender and daisies brought new life to the world outside. The dirt road had been stained darker, and the green grass growing beside it had never looked more vibrant. Tree branches swayed in with the light breeze, dancing back and forth.
Helen smiled again. When she woke that morning she knew it would be a nice enough day, but now! Standing out in her garden, looking out over the wide, rolling hills she was positively giddy. She felt almost a like a young girl again. Overcome with emotion, she pulled the pin out of her hair and shook her now-white curls down around her shoulders. Twisting the locks around her fingers, she inspected them closer, marveling at how they weren’t as white as she thought. ‘It must be a trick of the light,’ she mused. ‘Oh, how light brightens every aspect of everything!’
She set off for town. It was time to greet her friends and neighbors whom she had not seen in past month while she was trapped in her seaside cottage. ‘I never want to lie in that bed again,’ she thought. ‘I never want Violet to bring me my food or a bucket ever again! Bless the woman, what a boring life the girl must lead, taking care of an old lady like myself. Why, I’d travel. I’d see the world and run and jump and skip and kiss! Oh, I would kiss every good looking lad I met! And maybe even a few ugly ones. Yes, everyone deserves a few kisses.’ She out a hand to her lips and marveled at how they weren’t as creased as she thought. They were smoother outdoors.
Helen blinked as the sun came out from behind the clouds. Oh, glorious sunshine! To her left she saw an old man, the lighting bouncing off his glasses. Light spread across the dirt road, the hills, the foliage, livening up a previously beautiful but dull landscape. Despite her poor eyesight, Helen looked down at her wrist and saw that her watch shined like a bright new penny—it was even easier to read. Still as good as new, she thought with an almost smug sort of satisfaction. She thought of the man who had given her the watch many years ago. She smiled for a third time. The sun hit its peak in the sky.
She walked faster now, a slight jaunt in her spirited steps. The dirt road seemed wider now, more even and solid. It astounded her how easy the walk was. ‘I was always an excellent walker,’ she remembered, ‘and a runner as well. How I miss racing all the boys!’ Suddenly she lost her footing and went down hard on her knee. She stood back up, the pain lessening with each passing moment. She was almost scared now. It should have hurt more. The pain shouldn’t have been fleeting, but rather drawn out and merciless. Why hadn’t it been excruciating? ‘I should not be standing,’ she thought. ‘I’m an old woman, how is that I feel no pain?’ She rubbed her knee cautiously, but what stopped after a moment, terrified to move. Her hand! Gone were the wrinkles and the liver spots! They were so incredibly smooth! Her fingers moved upward, tracing the freckles on her supple firm arm. Finally her nimble fingers reached her face. Her pounded faster, her muscles tensed, her breathing quickened. Soft skin replaced the wrinkled and dullness that had been there that very morning. Her hair was thick and wavy, a beautiful shade of blonde. As her trembling hands continued to roam her face they mixed with the tears that had begun to flow.
The old man she had seen just moments before was quickly making his way towards her. As he neared he too began to look younger. She recognized him in an instant. Smiling and laughing through the tears, they ran towards each other. They embraced passionately, a fierce reminder of the years past. Holding hands, they walked towards the cliffs. Neither paid any attention to the height of their position. They jumped. They felt the wind surround them.
They landed in a pool of light.