Friday, April 8, 2011

Ordinary Things

Genetics, DNA, ancestors .... stubborn, willful, submissive, happy, orderly. Why on earth these thought flood the mind while doing ordinary things is a conundrum. All the same, those nightly rituals: check the doors, turn out the lights, slip into the gown, tie the hair back, cleanse the face. Every night those clear eyes survey the years of effect from sun baked fishing and winter frozen hunting but at this moment an unexpected awareness. Picking up the tooth brush, suddenly there appeared in the middle of her line riddled cheek a highway sign ... EXIT 181, 1/2 mile ahead with an arrow ponting toward her mouth. She broke into a wide smile thinking "I earned every one" and began brushing.

9 comments:

  1. Excellent use of the prompt and a very interesting point of view in the writing !

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  2. I loved this! A genuinely original take on the prompt. Well done!

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  3. I was really lost until the end, great job, the thought never occured to me. I've got a couple more years before it should (hopefully) ;)

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  4. Wow! This made me think for a while!

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  5. I'm adding my kudos to those of the commenters above. I read your post several times before making a comment. As a widow, I can so relate to that nightly ritual of locking up and getting ready for bed - alone. You wrote it so naturally and vividly. I can truly agree that every new line on my face is well earned. Wonderful post and a very creative use of the prompt.

    Are you new to Saturday Centus? If so, Welcome!

    Namaste.........cj

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  6. Was encouraged by Jeff to play in the pond ... so, yes, I am very new. And, as you see I also am a member of the widow sisterhood. Thank you for the positive comments.

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  7. Without a doubt this was the most original take on the prompt this week. Bravo. I read every word, intently...you drew me in...and then made me say "ooohhhh..." in a soft and astonished voice.

    Thank you.

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