Engravings In The Wood

1

 

To him, this was important. It took a lot of time, well over thirty minutes to finish. He spilled sweat and even a little blood as he had nicked his fingers a few times with the small and very dull pocketknife. Still, the young boy worked hard at the side of the tree like a sculptor, not willing to quit or break from his work as he chipped away with determination. It was a task that young boy took pride in as he took a small step back to admire his work from a different angle. The small heart on the side of the tree had two groups of letters, attached in the center of the heart to one another by an addition symbol. It was his homage, a declaration of allegiance to his first love. To the person he wanted to be with forever. An accomplishment he assumed only himself and his love could understand and appreciate forever.

 

2

 

It was late in the afternoon as the teenager sat at the desk with a look of disgust on his face. As his teacher had left the room to fetch something before she herself packed up to leave for the day, he felt now was the time to act. He was supposed to just sit there in silence, serve his time and pay his debt for acting up and disrespecting the school’s authority. He was too rebellious to just sit there as he unsheathed his blade and began to carve crude and very detailed words onto the small desk, who had done nothing to deserve this disfiguring. It was his own way at getting back at the institution that tried to hold him down.

 

3

 

It was afternoon was young as the sun came out and blinded anyone who forgot to bring sunglasses with a glare of joy and prosperity. At a small bench in the middle of a huge park sat a man who was waiting on a park bench for someone. He consulted his watch on a regular basis, asking for the time and possibly for an explanation to why she was late. He sat there in absolute boredom, and then began to chip away at the bench’s wooden surface with one of his keys. He scrapped it across something that a kid wrote into it for his girlfriend. Stupid kid, he thought to himself as he scrapped the key across the surface, mutilating the small insignia like shape. He couldn’t imagine what kind of idiot would do such a thing let alone imagine someone naïve enough to accept it as genuine form of attraction or love. "Some people can be so disrespectful." the man said to no one in particular as he continued to scrape away at the bench in frustration and resentment as he continued to waited for his date, hoping that she would eventually show up.

 

Reviews

[Don't think just write]

This is great! Well written, poetic, and well just amazing!

[Lydia Shutter]

I am feeling that this is about one person who has multiple personalities....they fine thread of similarity runs through each character. Are you planning on taking these character(s) on adventures in a book? I think they have that potential. Well written. lydia

PS...is that Dr. House as your avatar? sure looks like him!

[Chris Barker]

Great story! Bravo!

[Celtic Cat]

haha... at the last one. He's talking about himself and doesn't even know it. I've seen many carvings in my day.... each one it's own mark. I like these little tales of markings. funny, though, just reminded me of how when we leave this life we hope to leave a mark as well. Very engaging and enjoyable read.

[RollingThunder02]

Love, frustration, impatience. I agree with Ms. MoneyPenny below. Wonderful write.
:o)

[chr66is]

I like the theme throughout these pieces. I couldn't tell if the boy, teenager, and man were supposed to be the same person? This seems like it could be expanded upon and made into a larger, more inter-connected story (if that's where you wanted to go with it). Nice work!
Peace,
Chris

[Ms. MoneyPenny]

I like this tale....I liked the way you drew all these characters together as having one common thing amoungst them. A little proofing would help you better explain your first entry but other than that, it was great.

[Theta S. T.]

I like how you showed the engravings in different points of view from puppy love to the disruptive teenager to the frustarted man all 3 with different feelings toward their actions. Great write and welcome to the cafe!

~~Theta