Sunday, January 26, 2014

From a prompt on shifting points of view using a found photo on a bing search with Copper yesterday.  

Link to Photo
Link to Copper's prompt writings.

Prompt 1: From her point of View

Lacey stood at the window, looking out at a summer day whose promise had all been wrung out to dry. Thick gusts of dust and dried up grass gusted across the vacant yard and battered fence rails. The supposed to’s piled up along the shattered barn wall with the rest of the rubbled supplies.

They were supposed to have gotten paid for at least one crop or head of veal by now; they were supposed to have a been hosting a wedding party with paying guests tomorrow; they were supposed to still have a standing barn, one that had not been shattered by some freak thunderstorm/tornado mix; they were supposed to be able to make it with just the two of them and one farm hand working the farm, not have Wes post surgery and unable to lift anything heavy for the next month; they were supposed to have received a loan extension due to extenuating circumstances; they were supposed to...

Lacey cut off the thoughts. Supposed tos were nothing more than broken shingles and splintered barn walls. Not much good for keeping the rain out or the wolves at bay. She drew in a deep shuddering breath. Tried with everything she had to hold on to her guttering trust that “things would work out” if she could just keep its tiny spark alive within her.

Prompt 2: From the Viewers Point of View

Wes tried not to let emotion work its way to the surface as he sat in the old beat-up pick up. Dust gusted around him. Lacey hadn’t noticed he was back yet, and it gave him a rare moment to see where she was really at in this whole fiasco. His strong pillar of support.

She hadn’t wavered for one second. Hadn’t let doubt strip him of their belief in getting this dream off the ground. He’d known the farm would be tough going. He was an independent small town farmer after all. Life was always on the line, waiting on the whims of weather and crops and hard work. He’d grown up with it. He’d grown up loving it and bleeding it and steeped in every detail. Taking over the farm from his uncle two years before, he thought he was as ready as he could possibly be. But this...round of hardships, he didn’t know if they could survive.  And from the look on Lace's face right now, she wasn't so sure either.

No comments:

Post a Comment