A sleek little city car whizzed by and I thought , 'Slow down! Kids live on this street!' I glared at its proud tail lights.
As I walked across the street toward the mail box, I saw a big truck coming down the ally. I squeezed to the mail box to let it pass.
Walking back across the ally, I looked for a place to put the mail. I found a cooler that was inside the garage below the hanging brooms, across from the paddle board and next to a bag of cocoanut based potting mix. I delivered the mail to the cooler and hoped that no body would see.
I continued my slightly delayed walk down the street. The streaking shadows of the wires above zig-zagged across the cracked pavement. I balanced on their skinny shadows all the way to Dorinda's chocolate shop on the corner. I peeked inside the top half of the dutch door and saw a dimly lit room with an assortment of truffles in a small glass case.
I edged around the corner because it was a nerve-racking place to be, standing in the direct path of those cars that come, unaware, down and around the blind corner.
I wandered along the sidewalk of the main street looking at the cute houses with the healthy gardens, and the not-so-cute houses with the mustard colored weeds growing in their parched driveways.
I turned back onto my street, speedwalking to my home pretending I was Olga Kaniskina, 2008 Olympic speedwalking Gold Medalist; and then I casually walked through the front door, acting as if I was Olga-free.
Eleanore
As I walked across the street toward the mail box, I saw a big truck coming down the ally. I squeezed to the mail box to let it pass.
Walking back across the ally, I looked for a place to put the mail. I found a cooler that was inside the garage below the hanging brooms, across from the paddle board and next to a bag of cocoanut based potting mix. I delivered the mail to the cooler and hoped that no body would see.
I continued my slightly delayed walk down the street. The streaking shadows of the wires above zig-zagged across the cracked pavement. I balanced on their skinny shadows all the way to Dorinda's chocolate shop on the corner. I peeked inside the top half of the dutch door and saw a dimly lit room with an assortment of truffles in a small glass case.
I edged around the corner because it was a nerve-racking place to be, standing in the direct path of those cars that come, unaware, down and around the blind corner.
I wandered along the sidewalk of the main street looking at the cute houses with the healthy gardens, and the not-so-cute houses with the mustard colored weeds growing in their parched driveways.
I turned back onto my street, speedwalking to my home pretending I was Olga Kaniskina, 2008 Olympic speedwalking Gold Medalist; and then I casually walked through the front door, acting as if I was Olga-free.
Eleanore
Eleanore, I love how hard you worked to find the right words...I know because I live with you! :) I love how you balance on the skinny shadows. How true! How real! I like how you personify your cars. In each instance they're like people, with people's emotions! Very fun. I love how sneaky you are in the whole piece. From the mail into the COOLER to pretending as if you were never speed walking at all! Nice work. So fun. We'll talk more about other stuff on Friday! C/M
ReplyDeleteEleanore, I loved how you gave everything emotions, like....."I wandered along the sidewalk on main street looking at the cute houses with heathy gardens, and the not so cute houses with the mustard colored weeds growing in their parched driveways." I love reading your stories! I especially like the truffles......just kidding!
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Eleanore, I like how easily how I can relate all your writing to different things that I do. For example, I try to walk on thin things A LOT. I pretend that I'm a gold medalist, not for speed walking, but for skiing. And for sure, sneaking around (heeheehee!). :)
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Thanks guys! I am glad you liked my post!! :) LZ
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