1)
· I remember wandering through the walk-ways of
Sierra College, the halls so quiet that one could hear the scuff of another’s
shoe against the well-trodden path.
·
I sat down in my first class that fall semester.
The class was silent. No one seemed to know anyone nor take any initiate to get
to know anyone.
·
I asked my neighbor their name. They didn’t
answer. I looked around the room. To my astonishment, it seemed that everyone around
me had plugged into a digital realm of music, podcasts, even social media. Trapped
in their own world, they went where I couldn’t follow.
2)
·
The sight of Thanksgiving dinner fills my
vision. A deep golden bird simmers in the oven, the slow, consistent bubbling of
gravy warms it to the very core.
·
The aroma returns memories of innocent liberties,
naïve play, and a world filled with love and happiness.
·
The delicacy makes its way to my lips. Deep flavors,
soft touch, prepared to perfection –mothers cooking.
3)
·
See the candle burning. A slow dull light alone
in the darkness. A flicker, then a sound so subtle, it’s barely noticeable.
·
Crack! Pop! A bright white light awakens from the
left. A spool of copper wire feeds the ravenous light, continuously supplying
its existence.
·
A steel pipe is dropped outside the garage door
onto the cold cement. A forklift picks it up and moves it. Voices direct the
new materials to a fabrication specialist.
I read your third scene not knowing what you are talking about, but with an interest to read more. The second line was interesting to read and it was something that I could try to imagine. More imagery could help capture that even more I think, but overall, great work there!
ReplyDeleteI personally really like your Thanksgiving description. The sensory elements of it created a relatable homey feeling.
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