We are working on stories this week, and today we did some exercises in writing stories. Heres one I wrote, with the rules that I had to include in some way:
- A lock of hair
- A cup of water
- A little stone
- Dry leaves
I take a deep breathand pull my hood back, revealing my bald head, my shame, my regret, and yet, my current self. In an attempt to lose my frustration I select a stone of the small variety and send the primitive projectile flying out to the lake with a satisfying splash.
Panting heavily with a lighter heart I walk across the leaf covered ground towards the hospital, where I take a drink of water from a cup before returning to the chemotherapy section of the hospital, a relief to all the doctors who have been frantic about my now temporary disappearance.
An interesting day to be sure, and can't wait to learn more.