The Barn
(a barn as seen
to a woman who just received news that her son was hurt in war. Do not use:
death, war, parent, child etc.)
I walked out onto the cold, soggy grass
and starred at the rotting barn. The
paint, peeling and cracking, needed desperately to be redone. The door creaked and swayed back and forth
aimlessly on it rusted hinges. The fall
leaves crunched as I walked towards the old barn. Hay mixed with dust spotted the concrete
floor and stood in a heap by the corner.
The shutters banged rapidly as the wind picked up. Light, shown only through the small holes
formed by a tireless woodpeckers life work, illuminated an array of farm tools
dulled by lack of use. Dust clung to
spider webs up above, pulling them down on the middle. I began to walk back home as small rain drops
clattered on the metal rooftop.
Bottle
(a bottle as seen
by a recovering alcoholic. Do not
use: alcohol, beer, drink, AA, etc.)
The patio table stood bare, except for the
bottle. Light shown through the glass,
scattering color about. It's neck curved
up to a perfectly rounded mouth. The
once clear label, now browning at the edges, was impenetrable by the incoming
morning light. Fresh dew drops clung to
it. Every once in a while, one would
slide slowly, down the curves, to the table.
The array of colors emitted ceased and for a brief moment, as a cloud
passed over head, the bottle stood in its own shadow.
Acorn
(An acorn as seen
by a starving squirrel in the winter. Do
not use: hungry, squirrel, food, etc.)
The snow glistened atop the cold
earth. Blinding light reflected every
which way, making the entire yard a hazy white.
Icicles clung, growing with each snow storm, to a tree causing a thin,
shiny layer of ice to encase the bark of every branch. A single acorn sat underneath the bare, drawn
in oak. With its rounded, smooth
appearance and deep brown coloring, the acorn stood clearly in view. It had fallen onto its side, making the stem
and criss-cross pattern top indent ever so slightly into the newly fallen
snow. The acorn and tree were the only
things that broke the sight of whiteness.
Wedding cake
(as seen by a
soon-to-be bride. Do not use: wedding, marriage, wife, husband etc.)
The cake stood on display, rotating on a
type of turn table. Its true white
frosting glistened, almost sparkling.
The colors of edible ribbon intertwined, forming thin swirls. Layer after layer, each smaller than the
last, stacked up until only a tiny cake the size of ones hand remained. Purple and pink frosting, connected by the
ribbon, circle the entire display, shrinking as they neared the top. Sugar, white and in small sand like granules,
dusted the dessert.
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