Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I could say that it was premonition, some wired-in special sense, but that would be a lie. I think. I don't really know, and that's been something I've whittled at for years - did I know or was it luck? And, if I did know, does that matter? Does it make it anything more than what it was? Less? Why does the possibility that it was mere happenstance make my heart flutter? My thoughts dance?
I will never forget it, I know that. A walk through the waking woods just like any other day, enjoying the smell of loam and leaf rot. Bird call. Then, it was right in front of me. He, he was right in front of me. Dirty, scared. A small boy. No one has lived within ten miles of me since I left the city.
I put up flyers at the general store. I got on the radio and spread the word. I had cops and social workers and everydamnbody asking me questions, and I couldn't tell them nothing. And they didn't care whether it was pure coincidence or providence. That was all that mattered to me. At the time.
I put up with a lot in those months. Then, I decided to put up or shut up, divine intervention or not. And I never was lonely again. Except for the years I put that boy through college. When he graduated, he came right back home.
Now, I don't walk the woods alone.
Thanks for stopping by! I'll be out some of today (working, no computer) but, rest assured, I'll be reading everything and commenting as I have time, so check back. Post your pieces on your blogs, telephone poles, passing pedestrians, etc. if you like...it's a fun web o' writing.