Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Timed Writing: 3/10/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Source photo: exhibition | lonsdale | spring by Jade McGregor
Late afternoon sun drew menacing images of black, tree-like monsters across the buildings gray brick facade. Shoppers glanced left, right, up at the sky, as they exited the glass-fronted boutiques of the ground floor. A man in a charcoal business suit and sapphire tie stopped to look over his shoulder at the dancing shadows. Windows of the second floor -- the lowest residential level -- gaped black and empty, drinking the shadows from without and giving nothing back.
I waited for a gust of wind to mask my flight, then tumbled from my perche and skittered across the street to the black iron door in the center of the building's face. A boy with dark curls and red shoes watched my crossing and laughed -- a surprised, fascinated laugh.
"Look, Mamma!" he said. "The paper is going the wrong way!"
"Hmm? What's that, honey? Come along, we mustn't be late for your piano lesson."
"But didn't you see? The leaves were going one way and the paper flew the other way -- against the wind!" He kept glancing back at me as he followed his mother up the street.
"... just some trick of the air currents in the narrow space between buildings, I imagine," she was saying. "Turbulence, eddies -- we'll look it up online when we get home."
(about my timed writing exercises)
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