This week, I started an eight-week online writing class through Lighthouse Writers Workshop. Recently, I’ve found snippets of stories forming in my mind as I go about my days, and I’ve wondered if it might be time to think about writing some fiction, which I have not done since I took Intro to Creative Writing during my freshman year in college. I’ve also been wanting to expand a bit in terms of style in my nonfiction pieces, so I’m taking a Prose class that’s half fiction, half nonfiction.
This week’s assignment was to write the most important moment of our past week, in 150 words or less. Our task was to keep the reader in the moment-- the instructor specified that he had asked for the moment, not the story of the moment. I might turn this into a longer piece at some point, but I thought it would be fun to share some of my work from the class here. And so: Assignment 1.
“Mom?” Julia throws open the bathroom door—a mouthful of jagged, grown-up teeth in various stages of growth; hopeful raised eyebrows. “Can I go for a walk with my doll in the neighborhood? Alone?”
We discuss the parameters: she won’t go any further than her friend’s house, five houses up, and she’ll stay on our side of the street. She thunders down the stairs, gets her rain boots, pulls the hood up on her jacket, maneuvers the doll stroller out the door. She looks back at me, giving an awkward wave. “Okay, bye!”
Margaret runs to the window, observing her big sister. I creep in from the side, not wanting her to see that I’m watching, too. She pushes her stroller carefully down the walkway. I can’t resist snapping a picture. She turns left, glancing back at our house, but doesn’t see us at the window. I crane my neck, and can barely see her as she walks purposely up the block.