Day 127 Writing Short Stories

Balloon

She tied a balloon after a balloon to her back. She was determined to escape and never be found again. They were sending her to school tomorrow, and that meant the end of her freedom and curiosity. Her parents thought it was not okay for her to spend the rest of her life in the woods at the back of their farm. She would show them. Once the balloons took off, that was where she was heading, into the woods, never to be found.

But the balloons never took off. She still remembered that day, and that moment, she switched her life for expectations and proper things. She never again sat hours upon hours next to a pond full of tadpoles. She seldom swirled on her back and watched the clouds glide by. Her life was about achievements and proper things. So proper, now in her eighties, she hated all that she had become. She had a good house, a man who doted on her, children who came to visit her, and a career as an accountant. None of what she was. She had checked all the boxes, but not hers. There hadn’t been a jungle adventure. She still hadn’t seen where the Incas had lived. She was yet to discover a new species of bug and name it Juniper after her.

All she had understood back then, and lost it on her way.

Ugly

Picture a scene where there’s no worry. There’s just a bright future ahead. A moment where everyone thinks the best of you, and you feel like you are at the top of the world. That used to be me before the accident that robbed me of my face. I was meant for great things. And now, only after losing my beauty do I know what a privileged life I lived. People frown at me. They think every shitty thing that happens to me is my fault. I never knew what beauty meant until it was taken away from me.

Miracle

The minor miracle I would take would be a never-ending teacup that would always fill with perfectly temperature tea, instantly soothing my senses.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

Not the best of days or prompts. I’m glad that I wrote the prompts nevertheless even there was no spark. Keeping up with writing is so much easier now as I’m on my sick leave.

What kind of everyday minor miracle would you take? All I could think of was my teacup filling. It’s an essential part of my mornings. However, I suppose there are even bigger miracles I would love to experience, like hearing my dad’s voice for the last time. Or forever being able to keep my two lovely cats. Or I don’t know. I never really have been one for wishes. I usually work hard to get what I want.

Yesterday, I almost stepped on a snake when out in the woods. But I managed to stop my feet in mid-air and step over the thing. I shouldn’t have stepped over it. It still could have struck me, but luckily it didn’t. It was a small thing. I was too slow to get my phone and take a picture before it slithered away into the bushes.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a day full of small miracles.