Scene One of My Life

Exterior Afternoon

A baby is sleeping in a baby buggy under an old elm. The sun is shining on the buggy.

Voice Over

Jane There is something heartfelt about being born in Iowa.

A small butterfly flies into the buggy and lands on the baby’s nose.

The baby wakes up.

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NaPoWriMo Day 14 prompt to create the first scene of your life.

Scene One of My Life

Underwater

When I was ten, I learned to swim. To hold my breath, submerge, and move underwater. Only the torso, legs and arms of other people were visible. No heads. I never timed these underwater adventures but swam about like some kind of fish. Eyes open but no gills; just my expanded lungs, increasing capacity to stay under longer and longer. I became an orca scouting its prey. My feet, the fluke, pounding surface with each new breath. My mouth spewing water into the sunshine.

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NaPoWriMo Day 8 prompt to write your alter ego.

Underwater

Blessing

I bless those who enter the fray

a mother praying nightly for safe return

now fights against sex traffic of child

in a country with a written law

helping law keepers to better know it

protect those who cannot protect own self

want to end slavery in our lifetime

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dVerse prompt to write a Kwansaba (seven lines, seven words per line, no word over seven letters)

Blessing

Momento

When I got too haughty, my mother would say, “Who do you think you are? A Floradora girl?” I hardly knew the meaning of a Floradora girl but it was the tone of which she spoke it that made me pause my behavior. I knew she had a doll named Floradora. I didn’t know Floradora girls were also beautiful women who danced in a chorus line in the musical of the same name. Perhaps her mother had said the same to her when she displayed an air of arrogance.

Momento