Yep, As an assignment for my English class we had to write three vignettes and one nine line poem. For those who don't know what I mean by "vignette", it's basically a short story. I originally intended this to be the poem but got carried away. So now its one of the 3 vignettes!
Please tell me what you think!
The dark chips scattered across the ground, stretching so far from the large wooden box where they started. Scattered, crawling ever closer towards the pine not far off.
The large dome of metal triangles looms over me, inviting me to climb and hang from it’s cold wet bars. The threat of falling nowhere near as powerful as the wind asking me if I’d like to join it on it’s journey through the skies.
The occasional engine of a car that passes by on the street or parks in the small parking lot is lost in the howling of wind between the trees, weaving back and forth dragging along with it the cold chill going down my spine. As the breeze dies down, I can once again hear the cars. They remind me of the city that becons me to come back to it’s warm embrace and promises of warm room and a stack of books I have yet to read. I ignore it’s plea and continue to sit upon my throne of matte steel bars.
The children on the other side of the wall of massive, tall trees at a daycare screech and giggle, playing and running from each other and the rain that falls from the sky and the clouds that seem just out of reach, but I know better. I wonder what it would be like, to be a cloud. To stare down upon all of nature and it’s glories.
The rain starts to dampen the air with it’s thick scent and I’m glad to be there. As the cool air brushes over the tree tops, the pine seems even more apparent in the melody of different relaxing smells you can most likely find on the label of a candle. The labels lie.
It’s the smell of home. The intoxicating smell of wet humid air mixed with what ever it’s picked up along the way. Many different things are in the air, but they plummet to the ground with the the thick water droplets. Refreshing.
The taste of the bitter wind make me quickly shut my mouth and my teeth chatter. I start to climb down my lovely dome. It’s become a little too extravagant- not to mention cold. The wind blows, chilling me to the bone.
A foot or so above the ground I slip. The wood chips cushion my landing and I get-up wiping whatever I can off my shirt and knees. The earthy taste of a wood chip sticking to my lip isn’t very pleasant. I quickly spit at it and it falls back with the others. The taste lingers just as I linger around my dome. I don’t really want to leave it, but now my father is calling. It’s time to finally go home.
I turn to watch my dome- my sad lonely dome- fade into the distance, not knowing I would never see it again when I come back three years later. The dome disappears behind the trees and is quickly forgotten. It’s times like this I wish I had thought about my surroundings a bit more. But a young mind is only so capable. It quickly jumps subjects.
I’m hungry. I wonder whats for dinner.
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