she touched the end of the window sill, wiping the dust as she did---how many times had she looked out that porthole-
the birds chirped outside, their voiced muffled against the thick glass of reflection-
she knew it was all still there, she could climb the massive oak in her dreams and pick the huge hydrangeas, spilling the water as she filled the crystal vase so carefully she tried-
the faces the hum of the conversation the company the cornbread, the rest-
in her past for sure, but equally as comfy in the shadows of time---maybe more enjoyable yet delicate--
don't swing too high---
oh how that table would brim with delights, her tongue tingling with anticipation
she closed her eyes as a breeze rushed by----don't go grandmother--don't go uncle........
she ran her finger all the way across the sill now and gently holding the dust and mildew under her nostril--she breathed in the past--
As a "lover of words," I love your words.
ReplyDeleteawwww thank you so much :)
DeleteNice Story enjoyed reading. You should enter it at http://manuscriptsatmidnight.blogspot.com/ This weeks photo is an old house. If interested just go to the link and enter the link to your blog in the comments. Can't wait to read them this week.
ReplyDeletethanks maybe i will!!
DeleteI liked the last line, she breathed in the past. That is a very neat phrase; vivid memories it brought in my mind; very nicely done!
ReplyDeletebetty
i am so happy you liked it--thanks betty :)
DeleteThe small things have such power to bring memories. Every once in a while I'll smell a fragrance . . . I don't even know what it is . . . and I'll have a powerful reminder of my childhood and my mother. Thanks for this posting!
ReplyDeleteyes that power of smell is very powerful--thanks judy :)
DeleteNice writing - I can "see" that memory so clearly.
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday!
thanks katie! and happy monday to you too:)
DeleteWow, what a perfect visual. And I like the way you captured how those memories come when we're doing to least little things- just pop up out of nowhere. We never know what will spark them.
ReplyDeleteit's true how they just appear--thank you pam :)
DeleteA nice, evocative retrospective, I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lynn.
well thank you very much anthony!
DeleteNicely done. Those memories sure can sneak up on you at the least thing! :)
ReplyDeletethey really do--thank you jemi!
DeleteMemories are so powerful. I enjoyed this. :)
ReplyDeletethey are, thanks dana--you started this again!;)
DeleteBeautifully written. It's the little things that have such power.
ReplyDeleteawwww thanks christine:)
DeleteNice. One wouldn't think dust would trigger such memories, but I guess memories can sneak up on you any time.
ReplyDeleteyes if dust does, then i guess that's why i have so many--thanks sherry:)
Delete"she ran her finger all the way across the sill now and gently holding the dust and mildew under her nostril--she breathed in the past--"
ReplyDeleteLove this :)
Great snippet with great visuals. :)
thank you so much cecilia:)
DeleteI especially loved the line, " "she breathed in the past." Lovely.
ReplyDeletethanks so much:)
DeleteBeautiful imagery. It's like I was right there...
ReplyDeleteoh good--thanks juli:)
DeleteIncredible writing. I enjoyed it much.
ReplyDeleteTeresa
i am so glad you enjoyed it--thanks so much teresa!
DeleteVery evocative.
ReplyDeletethanks very much melodie!
DeleteSo vivid.
ReplyDeletethanks so much :)
DeleteBeautiful piece. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteawwww thank you mina :)
DeleteVery evocative. Wonderful last line - she breathed in the past. Nice way to look at dust!
ReplyDeletethanks susan--yeah, i guess you could say, i am breathing it in everyday;)
DeleteWell done. I loved the imagery, especially the hydrangeas. They're one of my favorite flowers. This piece reminded by a lot of my childhood home. My father would hang swings that seemed to dangle us twenty feet in the air. Terrifying and exhilirating.
ReplyDeleteyeah it's funny as a child i hated hydrangeas, for some reason--but i would love to have some in my yard now! those kind of swings are pretty cool--thanks tamara!
DeleteWhat a beautiful piece of work. It was like I was experiencing it, too.
ReplyDeleteoh what a nice thing to hear--thanks jackie:)
DeleteI like the way you bring in all the senses -- just the thought of wiping up the windowsill and smelling the combination of dust and mildew makes me think of very old big farmhouses with closed off rooms...like the one my grandparents lived in during the 40s.
ReplyDeletethank you so much patricia, i am glad it made you recall your grandparent's home :)
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