I challenge my readers to write in 200 words or less a story real or fiction- a saga- with a beginning, middle or end.
Here Begins the Story:
Hitler expands his ego. Bombs dropping; smell of death; blood; heart ache; worry about surviving; thoughts of home; marching across Germany; Paris.
The love of his life leached on to him once he stepped off the bus at Ft. Jackson. Three years of emotions released and evaporated as they began their life. Child bearing years brought a daughter and a son only to say good bye to a wife in 1951. More heartaches as father, son and daughter cope in absents of a mother that would never return. Death hurts and not easy to heal. A kind man is left to make difficult choices and leaves his offspring in the care of others.Life marches forward with a new bride and the family eventually reunites. Another child is born and then I make my entrance into the world. Today my mother, another WWII veteran, and my father lives in the hearts in mind and my siblings heart.
The End.
What a great idea! I will have to think about this and how to write the story. Hmmmm, my mind is spinning now with thoughts.
Pat—Let your thoughts flow through your fingers to your keyboard. You may be surprised where you end.
(Not quite a saga as much as a character study — Kevin)
The Cold
He often wondered about the cold. The chill that killed him now was the same chill that he used to celebrate as a kid, so … what happened? This question hit him hard as he walked the dog at five in the morning. The house was empty now. His wife had gone away for warmer climates, so to speak, and the kids were off to live their own lives. The dog remains, oblivious. He bundled up against the wind, against the fickle ways of the world, yet it seems to do almost no good at all. He shivered in silence, wondering about the holes in the same walls that he built to keep them all together but which served only to keep everyone out. He’s come to realize too late that the world is what we make of it. So he walks the dog at five in the morning on darkened streets with no one waiting for him at home.
Awesome Kevin…You are such a good writer. I think it is more than a character study. Great Job!