Smallest of worldsA Story by Karen PrestonAn eleven year old girl savors a Sunday morning moment.Her brown hair spread
out on the floor in the warm ray of the sun. She saw the smallest of worlds.
Specks of dust floated, just like the stars outside her window too late on a
summer evening. Air currents pushed them outside of the light's reach and then
push them back into it. Joni Mitchell slid off of the record player and
drifted up the stairs from the living room. The girl closed her eyes, and the
warm air made her perfect, even if it was for only a short while. She raised
her arm, and the dust galaxy swirled around it, obeying her commands. Later she
would feel the heavy hand of time pressing her into Monday. She would prepare
for the silent battle of Weekday World. It always went the same way. It was
always terrible and required so much courage and humiliation. For now though,
she was eleven years old, and it was Sunday morning. She had all the time in
the world.
© 2012 Karen Preston |
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1 Review Added on October 17, 2012 Last Updated on October 22, 2012 AuthorKaren PrestonBoston, MAAboutI am an artist. Most of my work is digital collage. I just started writing as new way to express myself. more..Writing
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