7:38 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Burl Ives singing A Little Bitty Tear — that’s what happens when I put my entire music library on shuffle
Hello there! I have realised that Fall weather is an adrenaline shot. What gorgeous weather we are having. Not, mind you, that I’m actually going outside my cave. Twelve hours ago, today’s prompt was something else. While trying to lull myself to sleep, I thought about topics to add to my collection of possible prompts; this one came to mind and never left. When I woke this morning still framing the post, I decided to go with it.
Some time in my youth, when I was still young enough to need our amah along when I went somewhere, my younger brother John, Chen, and myself were up at the top of the Peak. We loved our trips to the top — hauled up by the Peak Tram — where we walked the circle around the mountain. We never got tired of the view, or of all the places to play. We were on the last leg, probably tired and full of fresh air and running around.
There was a set of stairs. I’m pretty sure my brother was involved somehow, but that’s all my memory is going to give me on the how. What I remember is the stairs’ rough edges and steepness. They plunged down the side of the mountain and seemed an odd place for stairs. The only thing we could see was trees and rocks. Why a staircase? I started down. I was in a hurry. I’m pretty sure I was angry. That’s when I fell.
The topic I was mulling was accidents. The event I describe came immediately to mind. I’m sure there have been others, but this is the one my memory is insistent about. Think about accidents, for a moment. They can be ones that involve you, or a friend, or you saw on television. Jot down likely ones and add notes as you think of details. The accidents can be tiny and seemingly unimportant, or large with ramifications.
Why does each accident occupy a memory cell? What is it about each event that keeps it with you? You can write a straight forward poem recalling an accident. Or, you can reach for a larger universal truth with the accident merely highlighting that truth. The speaker might, or might not, be you. Consider writing in present tense as if the accident is happening now.
Remember: when in doubt, go with whatever came to mind as you read the above.
What happened to me? Nothing broken, but the most gorgeous black eye I have ever seen, on anyone.
I shall see you Thursday for links; Friday for this week’s prompt roundup; and next Tuesday for another prompt from me.
Happy writing, everyone.