Here is my entry into the Power House Creatives Contest, “I Spy With My Little Eye” put forth by the ever awesomesauce @zord189. Before I get started, here’s the basic deets on the contest…
The prompt – I spy with my little eye something….. RED!
1. Take a photo of something red.
2. Write about that object/person/etc
3. Entry must not be less than 350 words cause who knows, you might get curie or ocd 🙂
4. Add a nice title to your entry.
And because of how my brain works (or doesn’t…LOL), I decided I needed an extra bit of inspiration to get me typing. I’ve been meaning to do another 5 minute Free Write post for ages, but hadn’t found the chance. I figured this was a perfect excuse to peruse all the amazing prompts that @mariannewest puts out every day for the @freewritehouse. In short order I found one from almost a week ago that caught my eye – Day 604: 5 Minute Freewrite: Sunday – Prompt: caducity.
So here is my photo, taken in August 2017 –
And here is my 5 minute Free Write for…
I Spy With My Little Eye Something… RED!
“Good afternoon, Genevieve. Are you ready to go back inside now? It’s almost suppertime.”
The nurse’s aide stared at me with a bright fake smile on her face. I stared back with as much disdain as I could muster, slowly tapping my pencil on the newspaper spread out on the table beside my wheelchair, and waited for her to correct her mistake.
“Genevieve? Did you hear me? It’s time to go in now!” She tried for a bigger smile, which only served to make me less likely to want to return it.
I took a slow, measured breath in an effort to control my anger. She was a new girl after all, so I should probably be patient with her. Still, I couldn’t let her impropriety to go unchecked. I tersely answered, “No, Madame Libellule is not yet ready to go inside.”
She gasped a little, and began to apologize profusely for her disrespectful use of my first name as if we were equals, but I waved her off with my pencil. “I need a moment to figure out this last clue. Then I will allow you to bring me inside.”
“Maybe I can help? What is the clue?”
“An eight letter word that ends in Y that means transitory.”
From the blank look on her face, I knew the chances of her pulling the word out of her head were as slim as the chances that I would jump up and start waltzing across the lawn. I sighed, and was glancing back at my puzzle when a flash of color caught my eye.
“Well, what do you know? I spy, with my little eye, something that begins with D that also ends my quandary.”
The aide followed my glance. “I spy? What are you talking about? Do you mean that red dragonfly over there?”
“Yes, you poor bewildered girl, I mean that gorgeous little creature.”
“But…” she continued “I didn’t know dragonfly meant… what was that word?”
I sighed again. “Transitory, and it doesn’t. Dragonfly also has nine letters, in case it escaped your attention. However, after existing in a larvae state for a couple of years, the adult dragonfly then lives a mere six months or so before dying. Transitory mean brief, short-lived, temporary.”
“I’m confused. So what is the word?”
“Caducity? What does that mean?”
Rather than making a futile attempt to explain, I took a moment to admire the winged creature, slowly opening and closing its wings while basking in the late afternoon sunshine. Six months. Such an incredibly brief instant of time for such a marvel of design. Maybe it was a reminder from our creator to make the most of every moment. Or maybe a loved one from the other side was sending a message. Perhaps my time on this planet was now fraught with caducity.
“It doesn’t matter. My crossword is done, and I am now ready to be brought inside. I think I’ll have my dinner in the sitting room this evening.”
“Very good, Genev… I mean, Madame Libellule. Also, the cook wants you to review your birthday dinner menu before the party this weekend. Shall I bring it to you at the same time?”
Birthday parties. More fitting for children than for a woman of my age. I had the distinct feeling this celebration was more for my family, as a way to assuage their guilt for not visiting more often. However, far be it for me to turn down an opportunity to have a house full of people again, if only for a short time.
“Yes, that will be fine.”
“Okay, great!” She put her fake smile back on as she prepared to push me back inside. “Are you getting excited for it? I mean, it’s not every day you turn 250 years old!”
STORY NOTE – Libellule is French for dragonfly.
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