February 22nd
Write about 2 situations that deal with the following objects
a metal framed bed
a box of kleenex
a thin trashcan
a nightstand with a glass of water, a pitcher, and a bowl of fruit
a pastel with cows grazing in the fields and mountains and the sun in the background
1) you are in the hospital with your loved one. Your loved wife has given birth to a son/daughter. the characters are happy, but also afraid like any new parents
2) Write about a loved one and their offspring visiting them in the hospital. It is a sad moment as the older is dying, but he/she is loved by all, especially the one visiting.
I had fifteen minutes
1) When you have a baby in your hands, everything feels dangerous. I tried to make my way around those hard edges of the bed. And slowly, almost in slow motion, I rested myself, one arm supporting our weight, the other holding the newborn. I had no idea that the chair had a sickly green tone. I had no idea Oprah was on. My wife smiled to reassure me that I was doing fine on my own. I looked down at her. She was weightless in my excitement. The fact that all I was at one moment was some little bunch made me almost nauseous. The pastel to the left showed cows: in a pasture before a great mountainside. Doesn't matter the setting, I thought, we are still just cows. I looked again at my wife, and in our gaze was the same thought. We had never raised a cow before.
2) I couldn't help but notice those damn cows. In all those generic hospital rooms, no one pays attention to the paintings until extreme conditions give it a worthy look. Cows. Cattle. Bovine of the beyond it seemed with the setting sun in between mountains. And there was my mother to the right.
"Hello Mother", and I tried to smile.
"Hello son", and she tried not to cry.
I reached over and grabbed a kleenex box as I made my way to the table.
"Men are like kleenex: soft strong and disposable." I recited as I stole one out to hand it to her. She laughed as her frail arms took it.
"From a movie", she said off-hand, "as always".
"Still works here", I said. She knew what came next and I waited for silence before I said, "has he come yet?" She looked away, before firing her nose into the kleenex followed by a well thrown shot into the small trash can. It made no noise but it must've been a bowling ball going in the way I saw it. She had not even eaten her fruit on the nightstand.
Write about 2 situations that deal with the following objects
a metal framed bed
a box of kleenex
a thin trashcan
a nightstand with a glass of water, a pitcher, and a bowl of fruit
a pastel with cows grazing in the fields and mountains and the sun in the background
1) you are in the hospital with your loved one. Your loved wife has given birth to a son/daughter. the characters are happy, but also afraid like any new parents
2) Write about a loved one and their offspring visiting them in the hospital. It is a sad moment as the older is dying, but he/she is loved by all, especially the one visiting.
I had fifteen minutes
1) When you have a baby in your hands, everything feels dangerous. I tried to make my way around those hard edges of the bed. And slowly, almost in slow motion, I rested myself, one arm supporting our weight, the other holding the newborn. I had no idea that the chair had a sickly green tone. I had no idea Oprah was on. My wife smiled to reassure me that I was doing fine on my own. I looked down at her. She was weightless in my excitement. The fact that all I was at one moment was some little bunch made me almost nauseous. The pastel to the left showed cows: in a pasture before a great mountainside. Doesn't matter the setting, I thought, we are still just cows. I looked again at my wife, and in our gaze was the same thought. We had never raised a cow before.
2) I couldn't help but notice those damn cows. In all those generic hospital rooms, no one pays attention to the paintings until extreme conditions give it a worthy look. Cows. Cattle. Bovine of the beyond it seemed with the setting sun in between mountains. And there was my mother to the right.
"Hello Mother", and I tried to smile.
"Hello son", and she tried not to cry.
I reached over and grabbed a kleenex box as I made my way to the table.
"Men are like kleenex: soft strong and disposable." I recited as I stole one out to hand it to her. She laughed as her frail arms took it.
"From a movie", she said off-hand, "as always".
"Still works here", I said. She knew what came next and I waited for silence before I said, "has he come yet?" She looked away, before firing her nose into the kleenex followed by a well thrown shot into the small trash can. It made no noise but it must've been a bowling ball going in the way I saw it. She had not even eaten her fruit on the nightstand.
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