I went to a writer's conference today at Columbia College that inspired me immensely. The teachers were awesome. They were the same ones who taught at my writing class on the north side, and I just felt very happy and comfortable throughout the whole day. The writer and the guest speaker, Audrey Neffengger of The Time Traveler's Wife, was got damn amazing, and she had this sort of airy creative vibe about her. Just awesome.
So I have a free write from one of the workshops at the conference. It's micro-fiction (less then 400 word story). It's suppose to only give you a glimpse and it's up to the reader to interpret the abstracts. The theme was to pick an event/story about a time when you were a hero or did something heroic, so it kind of evolved in to this thing about my past and the current situation with the ex, or now erm..whatever. (See last two weeks posts)Enjoy.
Her heart beats words that are hard to vocalize.
"Hello"
"Hi"
...As shoulders brush briefly. Side ward glances as cars drive by on the 4 way express lane. People pass not noticing. The sun burns red and their is only a brief moment where crimson glows and the longing of late night embraces stay in her mind. The cars during rush hour speed down Pulaski,not noticing brushed shoulders and flushed cheeks. There is another. Unspoken words linger in the air untouched. The sun sets and the man is alone watching falling stars.
Was I a hero? Hah...maybe I thought so at the time or at least, I thought I was doing the right thing. But that went to waste after what was in her(my mind) manifested one night, and the other found out, I guess I turned out as the bad guy. Questions? Comments? What do you think's happening in the story?
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There was--a brief meeting while the day waned and the busy street headlights passed by;glowing crimson headlights from passing cars and this you reminisce and leave him behind, suspended, but still
nothing is said, and you pass by
a hero, the one that held her tongue
am I right?
beautiful imagery!
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