Writing again… this isn’t what I initially wanted to do tonight,
but I let my fingers and imagination go where they wanted…
The winter winds were howling through the cracks in the barn
boards. Inside, behind the horses and hay, wrapped in a blanket…
... wrapped in a blanket was the farmer’s daughter in the arms of the strapping
young farm hand, only half dressed, the look of passion in their eyes. They
tumbled together, without a care in the world. The cold outside could not extinguish
their heated lust.
... wrapped in a blanket was a young child. Terrified and alone, seeking shelter from the
storm. His eyes darted with fear at every creak and moan of the old barn. The horses paid him no head as he huddled
alone and afraid.
... wrapped in a blanket was the beginning of new life. Mittens the farm cat, was
nursing her six new born kittens. The farmer’s youngest daughter looked on in
amazement. She had snuck out of the house to make sure the kittens were safe.
... wrapped in a blanket was the body of a local boy. He and his band of thugs had
been taunting the old farmer, calling him names, vandalizing his property and
killing his chickens. Finally, the farmer had had enough. He took the
opportunity late one night when he saw the boy in town, alone. He waited for
just the right moment, then, without hesitation, he ran him down. The farmer hauled the body into the back of
the truck and brought the lifeless boy back to his barn. He would dispose of
the body once the weather let up.
I had started to write and I realized
that the first sentence might set the scene, but that there were lots of
different places to go from there.
Maybe I should have ended with the kittens….
Cheers and Sweet Dreams.
;)
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