[stylist] Let's Play

[William L Houts]

HI Bridgit,

This is a sweet, short snapshot of a blind mother and her son. It's not 
genius, it's not profound, but it is terribly charming; and who achieves 
charming in under a thousand words?  Not many, and not many get that far 
with five thousand words, or even ten. My favorite image is of your son 
climbing down your body as if in a monkey tree. Nice work, Madame.



--Bill











On 3/19/2014 2:01 PM, Bridgit Pollpeter wrote:
> This is off the top of my head:
>
> I woke, blankets tucked up to my chin. Cold seeped through my bones. A
> groggy fuzz coated my eyes. All I wanted was to return to my Neverland.
>
> Eh, MOM," Declan shouted. My daily alarm alerting me to full
> wakefulness.
>
> Sighing, I pushed the blankets back, shivering as I swung my legs over
> the bed. Taking a moment, I blinked my swollen eyes, sniffled and rubbed
> the middle of my chest where I felt a gritty cough forming.
>
> Slipping into my flip-flops and pulling on a hoodie, I trudged the ten
> steps into my son's room.
>
> Warmth greeted me as I pushed his door open. The wooshing murmur of his
> space heater and gurggling whisper of his humidifier permeated the room
> with white noise.
>
> "Eh!" Declan sounded from his crib.
>
> "Hey, Little Man," I rasped. "ready to get up?" I felt around the bottom
> of the crib until my hand grazed Declan's leg.
>
> "Mama."
>
> "Yeah, yeah, you think that cuteness gets you anything."
>
> He jumped to his feet, clutching his monkey puppet under one arm and
> reached for me. Lifting his twenty pounds out of the crib, I pulled his
> warm body into a hug. He layed his head full of moppy hair on my
> shoulder. A quiet suck, suck issued from his mouth as he popped his
> binky back in.
>
> "You're Mommy's baby, huh?"
>
> He climbed down my front like a monkey in a palm tree, grabbed my hand
> and walked me out of his room, down the hall, through the kitchen and
> placed my hand on the fridge door then his high chair.
>
> "Got it, you're hungry."
>
> Looking down at him, I knew he grinned ear-to-ear as a short chuckle met
> my comment.
>
> Bridgit
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Homme,
> James
> Sent: Wednesday, March 19, 2014 12:19 PM
> To: Writer's Division Mailing List
> Subject: [stylist] Let's Play
>
>
> Hi,
> Anybody want to play along? Here's a writing prompt.
>
> This morning, I awoke to .
>
> Jim
>
>
>
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