Story One: Grand-canyon stamped paper bag.
She wished that she could lean over the edge, lean until she
just tipped off the edge, and flew into the canyon. The sun was dipping lower, dripping its red glow into the
deeps of the canyon. A girl sat on
the edge, making some nervous, as she sat, converse-clad feet brushing little
pebbles off the edge. She
scribbled into a well-worn notebook, perhaps stories of her adventures far from
home, or heart stories of the one she wished had come with her. The sun made it’s final goodbye, and
she pulled her sweater sleeves over her knuckles, and hopped up as the bus
pulled up to the stop. Tourists
waiting at the stop got in, and she glanced once more at the canyon deep, then
turned her back.
Story Two: Figurines from a tea-can
When they were little, grandma would pull out the little tin
full of tea-figurines, the little creatures that came in the tea-tins. They made a most delicious sound as
they stumbled out of the tin. They
would line them up, two by two, telling stories of how they got to the
Ark. The elephant was her
favorite, and the monkey, his. And
each time they left, they kept one, tightly clutched in little palms.
Story Three: Wrist Band from a late night
“Mini golf first” they shouted as they all hopped out of the
various cars and made their way to the entrance. Each was clad in jeans and sweatshirts, but hair was fancy,
and makeup was extra-special.
Stars cluttered the sky, and a night chill made them pull their hoods on
and sleeves down their arms. Each
received a wrist-band. He wrapped
hers around her wrist for her, and they hurried off together to get their golf
clubs before the others did. It
was a night of dancing on the green, and singing loudly. They laughed and raced go-carts ‘til
the sun came up, and as the sun rose, she tucked the band into her drawer of
dreams.
Story Four: Key Card from a long-lost Adventure
She couldn’t remember why she had slipped the card into her
wallet, and it made her sad, to think that something once so dear had been
forgotten. She flipped it over in
her palm, and tried to think. Each
key-card she kept seemed to be bittersweet, the distance tearing holes in happy
times after they had happened. It
could have been a destination, or a midnight stop for rest, but she couldn’t
remember, and she found herself tucking it back into her wallet, knowing that
she couldn’t throw it out.
Story Five: Postcards from a summer cabin
She was a lonely soul, tired out, and wishing for a
rest. The summer came as a relief,
then, as the lake became closer.
There were nights of reading in a hammock, campfires on the beach, and
tea in a soup bowl. The creaky old
rowboat served as her trusty craft, and she would sit in it, lazily rowing in
circles in the center of the little lake.
The fish glittered by, under the surface. She imagined herself stories for them each, and watched them
carefully, leaning over the edge of the boat. It was a summer of sandy socks, and swimsuits, and drying
out on the wooden raft. On the
picnic table sat three postcards, and she tucked them into her book, to
remember the summer days.
Hello, I'm Lillian. I'm seeking to live fully this life-adventure I have before me. I love rain, and winds in my face. I am a child of the oak and maple forests of the east, of rich trees and secret rivers, rushing, cold. I love writing words: the true and make-believe, I love capturing stories of all kinds. I love photography, food, and napping on the kitchen floor.
lillian rachel
This is beautiful, lillian. The words made me slow down and be sure i read every one. <3
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ReplyDeleteLillian, these are amazing. Number 2 and 5 were my absolute favorites, but I loved them all. You are truely amazing, girl, and I can't wait to read more posts from you in the future!
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ReplyDeleteI like. :) especially the last one about the postcards. the story resonated with me because I have had similar wonderful summer experiences. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this a lot :)
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