I accepted a challenge from a friend, write a story in 100 words or less. Here is my submission:
Born.
So many photos.
Real or created memories?
A barn with basketball hoops.
A dirt road.
A wood truck.
Forts and clouds.
A black mustang.
Aunts.
Uncles.
Sisters.
Cousins.
Softball.
Basketball.
Death.
Books.
Writing.
A line in the dirt, born from my toe stopping the swing the first time I didn't jump. I wasn't afraid of falling when I landed; I was afraid of what people would say if I fell.
Middle school.
The cruelty of girls.
High school.
The cruelty of "popular" people.
College.
The mystery of fate.
Career.
Children.
Love.
Nostalgia.
Regret.
Wonder.
Gratitude.
Fear.
What if?
Birth....
4 comments:
gorgeous
unique, and lovely.
Love that, among so many abstractions, you include a detailed image of the line in the dirt. Well done.
And thanks so much again for the FB hello. Made my might.
~bhj
Over from Sarah's. I took the challenge too! I love your interpretation.
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