Writing 101; Assignment 9 (I’ll go back to 8 when I’m able) 9/26/14
A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
He couldn’t think straight. His mind was reeling with the morning events and it took all he had just to keep walking; his wife’s hand his only link to reality. His thoughts suddenly shifted to Astrid, his rock.
Rudy was so grateful that she was there beside him, glowing with a near electric sheen in spite of her obvious exhaustion. She carried their first child inside of her, bearing the pregnancy with a regal ease that had morphed her from beautiful to stunning.
He couldn’t wait to meet their baby… … Oh god, meet their baby, the baby his mother would never know thanks to the carelessness of a drunk man. He stumbled a moment, his wife helped him catch his balance as tears broke free and tumbled unapologetically down his quivering face.
Astrid walked beside her husband in silence, holding his hand as a gentle reminder that she was there for him. She could tell by his face that he was still in shock, and who wouldn’t be? She couldn’t imagine losing her mother yet, especially in such a horrific way. She absent-mindedly rubbed her belly, glad her mother would be there for the delivery.
The officer said the driver never even slowed as he approached the cross-walk where Mother Winegold was crossing; undoubtedly out for her daily walk to the very park where she and Rudy now stumbled along.
She could feel her husband’s eyes upon her and she squeezed his hand sympathetically while smiling wanly at an elderly woman sitting on a bench, knitting a tiny red sweater. A baby-sized one she assumed, once again rubbing her stomach, as though to sooth the child inside.
Rudy suddenly stumbled; Astrid helped him steady himself and watched the emotions play across his face as he began to cry. Her heart breaking for him, she whispered, “we’re almost home my love” as they continued their way across the park to their little Tudor house among the trees.
Esther sat comfortably on an old bench, knitting away at a red sweater for her grand-niece or nephew who would join the world in just a few short weeks. She was excited to be back in her hometown again after 20 years. She had loved being a military wife, but now, with her dear David gone, Esther was ready to move back home and reunite with the family she missed so much.
She paused in her knitting to check her lapel watch, a gift from her late husband, sighing she thought to herself, it’s just like Maddy to be late, even though they hadn’t seen each other in two decades. She shrugged; what did it hurt to wait a few more minutes?
Esther couldn’t wait to move out of the hotel and into her sister’s Tudor home that she’d heard so much about, she thought it was lovely that Maddy and her son lived just across the lush park from one another. She mused; Maddy’s boys would all be in their late 20s now, and her own twins had just turned 30. Time certainly did fly when one is traveling the world.
Resuming her knitting, Esther hummed happily to herself for several minutes before noticing a young couple walking toward her. As they drew nearer she could tell they wore a veil of sadness, so she ceased her merry tune.
The duo walked past her and the young woman smiled at her politely, Esther returned the smile, but her gaze focused on the young man who suddenly started to weep. He looked so familiar but her tired old eyes couldn’t place him. As they passed, she checked her watch again wondering at what could be keeping her sister, and then, patiently, she resumed her knitting.