Thursday, April 24, 2008

...but you were up to your old tricks in Chapters 4, 5 and 6

Another piece from Creative Writing class ~ end of February/beginning of March is the time frame. Pamela gave us a sentence, upon which we were to build a story. I believe we had 5-10+ minutes for this in-class assignment. It's one of my favorites and truly shows just how much music plays a part in my life. Thanks for indulging me. ~ rd

She looked at the heavens and said "At last the time has come!" She had been waiting her whole life for this. It had been more than 30 years since she recieved the 'message.' And it was happening exactly as she'd been told it would.

Forgetting to put on her housecoat, Maggie ran out the door and up the side stairs to the greenhouse on the roof. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming," she chanted, clearly focused on the task at hand.

She furiously turned the crank which opened the greenhouse doors. "Open open open open open open" she said with each turn, unconcerned with being out of the house in only her blue cotton nghtgown.

Hooking the chain around the crank handle, so the doors wouldn't close, Maggie whispered her next steps: hybrid rose, grating tool kit, eye shield, lamp.

"Hybrid rose" reaching for the pot; "grafting tool kit" opening the third drawer on the drafting table; "eye shield" turning to the hooks on the wall; "lamp" yanking the cord from the power strip. Maggie cursed herself for not being prepared. Then quickly apologized for appearing to doubt.

She sat on the wrought iron love seat in the cool night air (too excited to notice the chill); mentally reviewing her checklist. Satisfied all steps had been checked off, Maggie looked toward the sky and gasped. It was exactly as the 'message' had said! She smiled and recited the message she had heard all those years ago:

"A gathering of angels appeared above my head. They sang to me this song of hope and this is what They said...They said 'Come sail away. Come sail away. Come and sail away with me!"

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