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