Thursday, June 29, 2006
My Sister
Relaxed by the consistent noise from the motor and wheels and the swaying of the bus, Carol's mind was engaged on the novel in her hands. Suddenly her head came up, her hands began gripping the book, her eyes widened and her breathing and pulse quickened. No one else seemed to be responding this way. A young child was whaling as she kicked her seat and pounded her fists on the back on the seat in front of her. As the racket continued, other passengers shook their heads and stared at the child. Carol's focus was not on the disruptive child but on the older girl sitting beside the child. This girl's lanky body was very still and her head was bent as her eyes studied her hands that she twisted around and around each other. In a quiet voice she pleaded, "Please, oh please, don't do this." The younger child stopped for a moment, looked at her seatmate, who shook her head back and forth, and then resumed her tirade.
Carol gave a deep sigh and looked away. Her memories came rushing back with such vivid clarity that it seemed like the events from her childhood, so long ago, had just happened.
Relaxed by the consistent noise from the motor and wheels and the swaying of the bus, Carol's mind was engaged on the novel in her hands. Suddenly her head came up, her hands began gripping the book, her eyes widened and her breathing and pulse quickened. No one else seemed to be responding this way. A young child was whaling as she kicked her seat and pounded her fists on the back on the seat in front of her. As the racket continued, other passengers shook their heads and stared at the child. Carol's focus was not on the disruptive child but on the older girl sitting beside the child. This girl's lanky body was very still and her head was bent as her eyes studied her hands that she twisted around and around each other. In a quiet voice she pleaded, "Please, oh please, don't do this." The younger child stopped for a moment, looked at her seatmate, who shook her head back and forth, and then resumed her tirade.
Carol gave a deep sigh and looked away. Her memories came rushing back with such vivid clarity that it seemed like the events from her childhood, so long ago, had just happened.
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Great writing Katie.
I guess we'll all just have to cut each other slack when it comes to edits. :)
If it bothers you, though, you can always write in a word processor and then copy and paste into Blogger.
I hope you're having a great day today.
Darilyn
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I guess we'll all just have to cut each other slack when it comes to edits. :)
If it bothers you, though, you can always write in a word processor and then copy and paste into Blogger.
I hope you're having a great day today.
Darilyn
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