I am not a creative person. I am, rather, an observant person with a good memory. I remember the rocking motion as we pulled into our rutted driveway. I remember the smell of my granny's perfume. I remember the woodshed, the Scout, the buzz of my grampa's chainsaw. This is what goes into storytelling. I must. It is what I know.
"I am so lonely, but I know there is a plan. There must be. I can muscle through my life until the next move is clear. I miss you all so much. I am alone for most of the time. It's just me and the cats and dogs. Nobody comes up. Nobody stops by. It's not like it used to be -- so full of life. Perhaps I'll move down there with you. But not now. There is a plan, and I must follow it. I must follow it even though it's too quiet around here."
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