My first week's response from my college class where we had to use the above famous photo from Life Magazine as a prompt. The instructions: 250 words, max; tell the story behind the kiss. Seems simple...
Sarah’s alarm clock had failed and now she sat on the bus, running her sweaty hands down her nurses uniform. The ship would have pulled in over thirty minutes ago. He was going to think she forgot. He was going to be standing on that pier, looking for her, and she wasn’t going to be there. Tears began to form in the corners of her eye as she wished the bus to move faster.
Billy stood on the bow of the ship looking sharp in his dress blues. He looked at the crowd of people gathered on the pier. Continue reading The Kiss…
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. But that first time, I didn’t know any better. It was clumsy. It was awkward. I was scared out of my mind. And it was pure luck that it happened.
Most will tell you their first time was a matter of planning and preparation. That they put hours and weeks into making sure they were ready when the time came. They’ll brag about it afterwards like it was just another day, Continue reading The First Time…
Sam the Scarecrow lived a pretty good life. He had the sun during the day, the moon most nights, and although the rain would come along and make things wet, he reasoned even he could use a bath from time to time.
Yes, Sam was content.
Spring was filled with birds stopping for a rest on his arms as they flew back from the south. Summers got hot, but his hat gave him plenty enough shade so he didn’t see a reason for complaint.
Fall was his favorite. Farmers would tend their fields and Sam just loved watching them work. It also didn’t hurt that he’d get a nice fresh stuffing of hay and sometimes even a new suit.
But, autumn turned to winter.
And winters were the worst. Alone, Sam would stand sentry in the silent stalks. He’d get so lonely that he’d even crave the company of crows, his resented rivals.
Eventually, though, winter would wane, and Sam would spot the first bloom of spring.
And once a year, on that day, Sam the Scarecrow would smile.