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| Tue, 11-13-2001 - 9:44am |
TINY TUESDAY (m)
In week two of our writing with our senses, let's write a scene or short story that concentrates on hearing/ears.
Does this sound like fun?
Mac

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I enjoyed this......Great read n/t
Thanks for the feed back.....Linda, Thia, Mac
Here's mine...a day late!!! (m)
Sometimes Gurtie and I just come to the park and hang around. She does a lot of people watching but I’m more of an eavesdropper myself. Or if I’m in the mood, I’ll bring a blanket and lie on my back— the big blue sky above me— and imagine I see things in the cloud. When I was a little girl, mama and I used to play a guessing game; she’d always see winged angels playing instruments (mostly harps) in the white-puffiness whereas I always thought the clouds resembled teddy bears.
"What do you think, Gurtie?" I ask my yellow Labrador lying faithfully by my side. "Angel or teddy bear." Her tail hitting the soft polyester blanket confirms she hears me. "I guess it could be a milkbone."
I chuckle out loud.
"Hey, lady. Can I pet your doggie?" a tiny voice inquires. Her speech indicates she’s quite young, probably five or six years old, I assume.
I reach over and place my hand on my dog's cold nose. Gurtie sits up; her panting tells me that she’s eager to me to agree. "Sure, honey."
"Is she a police dog?"
I roll over on my side. "No, she's a Seeing Eye dog. Do you know what that means?"
She skips my question. "She's a pretty dog. Isn't she?" I can hear her hand glide down Gurtie slick coat. The volunteer family who raised Gurtie until she was 18 months old had small children and I recall being told how much she enjoyed the kid’s company. So whenever an opportunity comes along for Gurtie to interact with kids, I never deny her the chance.
I started to say I wouldn't know but decided to a simple answer of yes was more appropriate. "Yes, she is. Smart too but she hogs the bed."
The little girl laughs. "My doggie doesn't have a leash like this?"
I know she's referring to the harness. My ring causes a little clank as I touch it. “Whenever we’re walking down the street, I hold this and she guides me. Without her, I couldn’t go anywhere alone.”
“Why?”
I anticipate the young girl's heavy sigh as I remove my dark sunglasses but she doesn’t make a sound. “Well, when I was a teenager a disease caused me to lose my vision so she’s my eyes now.” Gurtie’s tail hits the blanket again; she can always tell when I'm bragging about her.
“Oh, I get it. That’s why she’s called a Seeing Eye Dog,” she can’t hide her excitement of learning something new.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Cool,” she says. In the distance a woman is calling the name Allison. “That’s me. Can I come back and pet her again tomorrow?”
“You can visit her anytime we’re here.”
“Thanks, lady.” I hear Allison yell as she shuffles off, crunching the fallen leave beneath her feet.
Excellent Story Mac. Very heart warming. (n/t)
Tiny Tuesday(m)
Here's my Tiny Tuesday. I find it kind of disturbing, actually. Do you ever write a story, and then say "Where did THAT come from?" I swear, sometimes they just write themselves. Well, here it is - *******
Kerry covered her ears but the shouting still came through. Her legs ached from being scrunched up, but she was afraid to straighten them in case she made a floorboard creak. She winced at a crash from downstairs.
“I told you she’s not here! She’s staying over at a friend’s!”
“What friend? That kid ain’t got no friends, liar. It’s no wonder the kid’s so much trouble, with a lying slut of a momma like you!” Billy’s slurred words told Kerry that he’d been at the bar.
Kerry heard the sickening sound of flesh striking flesh, and her mom cried out. “You son of a …”
Billy cut in, “Shut up, just shut your stupid face.”
Kerry heard the thump, thump of Billy’s boots on the stairs and shrank back against the wall, thinking please God, no God, no God, no.
“Your kid has got to learn to leave my stuff alone. When I turn on my stereo, I want to hear Garth Brooks, not some faggot “bye, bye, bye” boy band. She don’t know how to work it and she’s gonna break something. Then who’s gonna pay for a new one? You, with all that money you make at Ed’s Eats? Huh? You gonna pay?”
The footsteps entered the room across the hall, Kerry’s bedroom, followed by the sound of objects being thrown around. “You’re precious stereo is fine, Billy,” Kerry’s mom said.
“Yeah, this time. Next time I might not be so lucky. So me and my belt’s gonna make sure there’s no next time.”
They were in the spare room now. The closet door banged open, and Kerry held her breath. Kerry heard the clink of metal hangers as Billy poked at the out-of-date clothes. The old board games on the shelf above her tumbled to the floor. Then she was blinking from the light, looking up at Billy holding the quilt that had been covering her in one hand, and his belt in the other.
He grinned. “Well, look what I found.”
Sensation sounds. Nicely written (m)
I agree, some stories just create themselves. Good job with this exercise.
Thanks mac. LOL, I have (m)
two sisters-in law. One is named Bette, the other is Betty. To tell you the truth, I have to stop and figure out which one is married to which brother.
Linda
cl-ozarker
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway
Very chilling (m)
Great job with the hearing exercise and the ending sent chills down my spine. Poor little thing!
Yes, I have written some stories and afterwards wondered the same thing as you. But you're right, sometimes they do write themselves!
Thanks for sharing such a good story,
Mac
Thanks maria.(nt)
cl-ozarker
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway
Great story mac.....very touching n/t
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