1.) Sitting there on the wooden stool in her worn gardening coat, intently focused on the work at hand, she dutifully removes the wanting roots of weeds that have hopes of slowly devouring her children. She is this way with all of her family, caring, understanding and protective. Instilling her nurturing wisdom and her passion for agriculture in anyone who will take the time to listen. She is getting older in age but definitely not spirit, behind the wrinkles and laugh lines there are young eyes full of heart. At times she forgets where she puts things or the names of people. We are patient with her and tell her not to worry; it gets the best of us. Though we all know she’s slipping away from us little piece by little piece.
2.)It was a Sunday afternoon on the winding back roads in Searsmont. Two boys are diving way too fast toward a sharp corner, liquid courage fills there chest. A wide eyed dog sits faithfully by their sides, unaware of the danger. The driver, the one she worries the most about, takes his glazed eyes off the road watching the boy beside him. At that instant tires screech, metal hits wood, bone shatters and blood pours. The dog limps out of the wreckage, matted fur and panicked eyes; she pulls the driver out, the one she fears the most for.
How can someone be so selfish? Your problems may be your own but they affect everyone around you, from your sister to even your dog. You would think the third time is a charm, and a moment of clarity will finally be reached. She wondered if it would take him somewhere, if he would find the line again. She wondered if all the brothers were leaving and there would only be sisters left to occupy empty rooms and comfort sorrowful dogs.
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Hey cleopatra--I like very much giving the second half of #2 to the dog and her thoughts. That's distancing a la week 11.
#1 is a nice sketch, but for week 12 I don't really see it. NOw if you'd decided to write a whole graf on a description of a woman's gardening coat....
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