Write for three minutes about…
…a birthday memory.
Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by the end of the day November 3 (put “Norman Helps Little Old Ladies Across the Street” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old).
Here is the single entry from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes about…
Tren Rewy Steb
The wheels glided over the driveway. I felt like I was ice skating. I was ice skating. My fans watched, mesmerized by my grace and talent. How was somebody so young so very good? I tuned them out and focused on my routine. I extended my arms over my head and leapt. I completed a perfect figure eight. The crowd cheered, but my concentration only intensified. I bent at the waist as if about to pick something up, then swept back up. Building momentum, I prepared to pivot and skate backwards. The crowd held their breath in anticipation of the difficult maneuver. The wheel of my skate met a pebble and skidded to a stop. I continued on, landing in the yard hands first, then knees. The crowd vanished, replaced by the girls across the street who giggled into their jump rope-holding fists.