I am patient. I wait, clinging to the rain gutter. I have hunted them for so many years, and now I have found them. I know they are in this house, safe in her dark vault, just as they were once safe in earth’s vault eons ago. We are very old friends that the Great Mother brought together in the scheme of time. I bathed them lovingly in a secret stream for infinite years. Then the machines came and churned me into mud and slurry. When the machines left, ‘they’ were also gone. I have looked for them since.
My frozen state is short, uncertain, but I am determined. Tomorrow’s sun will threaten me, but I must depend on Great Mother to guide this ‘reunion’.
Wait! The door below me opens, and she emerges, wearing - them! How they sparkle in the glow of the entry lights. It must be now! I release my hold on the rain gutter and
drop - a dagger of ice - onto her shoulder, breaking the necklace and scattering my diamond friends like grains of star dust. I lie shattered beside the woman as she cries out and falls to the ground.
The servants take her into the house, while I lie there in pieces next to ‘them,’ to wait anxiously for the rising sun, so I can bathe them again before the servants come to gather them. They will crush me underfoot, carrying my friends into the house, and the warming sun will lift me to the clouds as vapor and carry me to a new adventure.
Author's Footnote:
This Exercise was from Lesson 7 of the Writer's Workshop. The given word was 'icicle.' The strong companion subject that I chose was 'diamond necklace.' I combined both into the exaggerated story above.
My frozen state is short, uncertain, but I am determined. Tomorrow’s sun will threaten me, but I must depend on Great Mother to guide this ‘reunion’.
Wait! The door below me opens, and she emerges, wearing - them! How they sparkle in the glow of the entry lights. It must be now! I release my hold on the rain gutter and
drop - a dagger of ice - onto her shoulder, breaking the necklace and scattering my diamond friends like grains of star dust. I lie shattered beside the woman as she cries out and falls to the ground.
The servants take her into the house, while I lie there in pieces next to ‘them,’ to wait anxiously for the rising sun, so I can bathe them again before the servants come to gather them. They will crush me underfoot, carrying my friends into the house, and the warming sun will lift me to the clouds as vapor and carry me to a new adventure.
Author's Footnote:
This Exercise was from Lesson 7 of the Writer's Workshop. The given word was 'icicle.' The strong companion subject that I chose was 'diamond necklace.' I combined both into the exaggerated story above.