Small town dreams for big time adventure, regret, and hopeful promises all in one today!
My continuing series on Fridays where I share excerpts of writing that I’ve done in the past through writing prompts, random stream of consciousness, parts of larger works, or as part of my 100-200 daily word exercises.
The point being to attempt to examine what I’ve done for clarity sake and whether or not I can make sense of it…not only to those who read it but to myself as well. Or I highlight something else that I’m interested in that week and want to speak at length about. Vomiting out words if you will.
Back this week with something that I wrote as part of my 100-200 word daily writing exercise. This was done last week and almost turned into a stream of consciousness, as I envisioned what this could lead to later down the road if I put some time into a premise.
It all started off with a letter. A promise to meet back up again, following the conclusion of an adventure she was currently on. Maybe after she was done, she would return back to this small town and get me; and take me with her this time. Then I could see all these amazing things she talked about. All I could do was hope.
It’s been two years and I still haven’t heard anything. I don’t really think too much about it anymore. There’s no point because life has moved on here; and I don’t think that she’s ever coming back.
Although it seems like the two paragraphs are at separate times for whoever the ‘narrator’ is, I didn’t see it that way when I first wrote it. I pictured someone, more than likely young, recounting their excitement for the older female figure who was out doing extraordinary things. While they went about their daily mundane life, there was a bigger world out there that they had only heard stories about. Stories told to them by this titular female character who was probably involved in something spectacular right at that very moment.
But their feeling of hope for eventual ‘rescue’ has diminished. Just like everything else in their life, another disappointment. No one is coming back. Why would they when there’s so much more out there?
It’s a simple premise but it makes me think about the friends and family we sometimes leave behind when we leave our homes and head out into the world. Those who wish us nothing but the best will always cheer for us. But sometimes you have to wonder if there’s a tinge of regret that they feel for not being able to take the same opportunities that you have. Just some random musings on a late Thursday night.
Until next time.
*As always, the credit goes to Amanda Mason for the featured ‘Word Vomit’ image. Copyright 2014 at http://www.creativetake.net/ *