Thanks to my friend Scott (Hygge Man) who put me up to this, here is my attempt at the Snapshot Prompt. Here are the rules:
1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in
your story
2) Keep your word count 500 words or
less.3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post.
4) Link up with your blog hostess (Nicole, Carrie, Tena or Leanne) when you’re done via the inLinkz linky below.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow.
And here are the five
words -
Train
Tsunami
Tower
Snake
Carpet
Synergy
Sniff! Sniff!
"Martha, is that you?
What's wrong?"
"Oh…Jim, I didn't think anyone would hear me. I'm sorry."
"Well, I did hear you and it sounded like you were
'sniffing.' That means you either have a
cold or you've been crying. I sincerely
doubt you have a cold since concrete pillars have no noses. Want to tell me what's wrong?"
"Oh, I just hate it when things get this way. I mean, just look at me! You can see my seams and everything."
"Martha, you look just fine to me. You need to keep in mind that you're not a
young 50-year old pillar anymore. You
and I have been around for much longer than that."
"I know, but we used to look as strong as we felt. We used to stand tall, continually defying
the river, the way it would snake
around us, always trying to push us down.
We have stood in this river for countless years doing what we do, and
now it's taking a toll on us…I mean on me.
Sniff!"
"Martha, you are still strong. You hold up this bridge with the strength and
beauty equaled by none. You provide safe passage for each train that crosses overhead. Why, I'd even bet you could stand tall during
the worst tsunami. Don't let a little thing like a seam
showing bring you down."
"I don't know, Jim.
Can't you see the lines on my face…the cracks in my once-lovely
skin? You've always been a tower of strength to me and to this
bridge, but I can feel it. I'm getting
old. It's not a pleasant thought, at
least not to me."
"Hmm…at times like this, Martha, I always recollect
what old Iron Hand used to say (Ahem!):
If waters push and grind and pull,
If the sun turns your beauty
dull,
If cracks and lines appear on
thee,
Worry not 'cause you're still beautiful
to me.
"Oh, Jim, you're such a romantic. Old Iron Hand never said such a thing, but I
appreciate it. Your poetry always makes
me feel better. What would I do without
you?"
"Well, without me this bridge would probably fall and
that would be the end of the story, now, wouldn't it? All those trains carrying coal, grain, milk, carpet, lumber, and whatever else they
can stack on those things, would get all wet because they'd fall smack into
this river. However, the two of us
together can hold up this bridge for years and years. Our combined strength is much more than
double our individual might. So, despite
how you think you look, I think
you're beautiful because you give me the strength to stand."
"Jim, I'm very glad you're here with me"
"So am I, Martha.
So am I."
Word Count: 460
