Monday, June 05, 2006
Writing Prompt - First Memory
North Dakota, Bismark.
Tall snow, waiting.
Then, short green grasses.
Lots of little puddles in between.
Croaking, chirping, little green jumpers.
Not really lions, but that's what we said.
Brothers on tricyles.
Maybe two years old.
The lions could not survive the three wheeled chariots.
Little green spots turn red.
Big brother picked some up and pocketed a few.
Wiggly, screaming, crying.
Later, big brother made mom scream, too.
Laundry room all stinky with lion guts.
Tomorrow, more lions.
Dream of lions.
Posted by Brad at 4:31 PM