We stared at the bin of toys, completely mesmerized with the variety of toys and the memories many of them invoked. It was a shame that so many toys would be thrown in the trash when there are probably thousands of children who would love them like they were brand new. It would take more than just my dream or desire to share these things to make sure the toys got to the right kids, where they could be enjoyed, even though they weren’t brand new.
He listened intently as the bow ran across the strings of the antique violin, purchased from a yard sale while stopping at a port. He couldn’t hear a sound from the bow, but in his head he could hear the music clearly, note for note, without a single screech from the instrument. Perhaps it was all in his head, maybe it was stuck in the violin, but he didn’t care because he heard the music loud and clear.
If I were to swim to the edge of the foam I am not sure if I would stay afloat or sink. No one ever told me what to do when the water was clear and it looked like you could fall forever. Perhaps I will stay in this foam, where I know I am safe, amongst my peers, floating above some foreign land.
It didn’t take long to get everyone together for the stickball game, since everyone was home from school. We all tried to keep our social distancing appropriate, and Andy didn’t have to worry with Baxter at bat, the ball would be flying a lot farther than six feet. Baxter trained his eye on the ball as Andy wound up the pitch…
Despite the glow of the neon lights on his face, Jamie could clearly see Jenna through the window of the pub. Sitting with another man, she was laughing, her smile wide, her eyes bright, and her hair gently tossed to the side as he reaches across the table to brush hair out of her face. Jamie couldn’t believe it was over, yet seeing it didn’t make it any clearer or hurt less, it made his heart ache with the memory of all the times they shared in this same pub.
When I finally land I know I will regret not stopping at more places. This is a once in a lifetime trip and I haven’t even gotten samples from all the places I have been too. I just hope my journaling is sufficient in helping me remember how this wonderful trip in space has been!
When I climb the stairs, to the attic room I use for my writing center, I smell the musty air settling down on my skin as I climb the folding ladder. I left my work abruptly, yesterday, and now hope my ideas will flow freely back into my head. This quiet attic holds more stories than I am even aware of, which I hope to learn by sitting at my desk, with the light of my lamp shining upon my typewriter.
The mermaid comes up out of the sea just in time to see the setting sun. She knows he is out there, on a ship, and will return on a new day. The beautiful colors illuminate her mood, reassuring her she is never alone.
As she sat near the tracks, waiting for the gush of wind from the coming train, she wondered if people before her had sat in this same spot, waiting for the same gush of wind. She knew she would have to move quickly, once she heard the train approach, but for now she enjoyed the freedom to sit and wait. As the moment ticked on she started to feel the rumble of the coming train and started to hear the scraping of the metal wheels along the metal rails, and she began to wonder what it would be like to not move, to not worry about another day, to see the people before her.