Flash Memoir-Crash

 

I have not written a prompt piece for Write on Edge for a really long time. I have missed it a lot! Today they asked writers to share a flash written piece (10 minutes) of the first memory that came to mind when seeing the word

 

 

 

 

 

The first memory that ran through my head was the age somewhere between 4 or 5; I cannot really recall. I know I was young and before  school age.

It was a summer evening and I had just finished taking a bath. Fingers and toes sporting pruned flesh, I wait for the comfort of the warm cozy towel my mother folds around me. She lifts me out of the tub and slips a pink nightgown over my head. I am sure we talk as she carefully combs
my hair that is now past my shoulders.

A knock at the screen door summons us away from snuggles on the couch. It is a cousin who has ridden her horse over to the house to say hello. She sees me peeking from behind protective knees and asks if I would like to go for a ride on the horse. Excitement melts away shyness and soon
pleads for mom’s approval fire off in rapid succession.

Permission is granted and I am placed on top of the leather seat. Following directions to “hold on tight”, I am paraded around the back yard.
Too afraid to wave, my face showed my moment of joy with a smile that puffed my cheeks to the point of almost closing my eyes.

The clothes line that stretched from point A to point B had just been stripped of clothes due to an evening shower. It was forgotten and remained hidden to the eyes of all, until it caught under my chin, holding my body in place as I felt the smooth hide slip under my feet. I hung suspended
for what seemed forever, but was only seconds before plummeting into the mud below.

The crash left me covered in mud, in my mouth, my hair and all over my nightgown. I remember standing in scarecrow fashion whimpering, upset- not that I was dirty, but that my favorite nightgown was.

I ended that evening just as I had started it…in a tub with a bar of Ivory soap, waiting for my fingers to prune from too much water.

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Can I tell you how great it feels to be writing again?

 

About Kelly Pugliano


Kelly is a lifelong foodie who shares her love of cooking, baking & writing about it on this blog. All recipes & photographs are made in her home kitchen or enjoyed during travels near & far. She has been featured on EverydayFamily.com, iBlog Magazine and Capital Region Living Magazine.

Comments

  1. Crayon Wrangler says

    As always it is your use of powerful descriptions in simple form that make this so powerful.
    “felt the smooth hide”
    This doesn’t just show you came off the horses back, but lets us feel coming off the horse.
    Well done! Excellent writing!

    • Kelly says

      Thank you so much….hearing this from you is a huge compliment!! I’m so glad that the “hide” description worked! :)

    • Kelly says

      Thank you!!! I haven’t written a prompt- especially memoir, in a long time…I thought I would be rusty…but it seemed to flow.

  2. says

    Oh wow – I love that childhood innocence and sweetness – u weren’t upset that u were dirty but that ur favourite nightgown was… very nicely written.

    • Kelly says

      Thanks Lance! I appreciate the visit…and I really love that you think the last line “is money”! Oh, how that makes me smile. Thank you.

    • Kelly says

      This was a very long time ago…but it is one of the most vivid memories that I have. I’m really glad you liked it. Thank you.

  3. says

    How many times have I fallen off a horse and landed in the mud? Far too many times to count, I’m sure but thank you for taking me right back there. Loved your story, particularly the way you wrapped it up in the final lines, bringing us full circle. Very nice.

  4. says

    I’m so glad that you’re back again! Are you going to do more of the prompts now?

    I was thrown from a horse once…. to this day I haven’t ridden a horse.

    • Kelly says

      Me too! I really have missed the prompts…I am definitely going to try more as the new year approaches. Looks like more writing will be taking place ;)
      I could not even count how many times I’ve been thrown, fallen off or even kicked. But I just love them.

  5. says

    I can just see those tears that would have started at the thought of getting the nightgown dirty.

    And the use of ‘excitement’ asking permission. Well done.

  6. says

    I could picture this scene, it was almost Looney Tunes with the image of you hanging there by your chin! Oh my, what a shock I bet your mom had.

    I hope the nightgown came clean. I know how upset my girls get over their favorite clothes getting dirty :)

  7. says

    I seem to be just repeating the same, but your descriptions are just wonderful. All the small little details just really bring this to life.

    I also love how it’s because your nightgown is dirty that you’re upset, because I was the same way when I was little. It’s a detail that like a few others just makes this very easy to relate to.

  8. says

    The moment where you’re sliding off, briefly suspended, and feeling every second…

    I love the way you’ve written it. The image really sticks for me.

  9. Pam says

    Wow Kelly! This was so great. I loved the way it flowed and how it so quickly transformed me from sitting at my laptop to me sitting in bathtub! Ha! :) Loved it.

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