The woman in the house to the left is standing out in her yard. She never just stands there. She’s always on the go. Her husband comes out. They talk. They hug. She cries. He comforts.—from “Write Any Genre” Web site.
Word list for today’s writing:
NOUNS: brush, roses, blender, bandanna, ring, kiss
VERBS: scurry, snag, whirl, nest, paint, argue
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A Mother and Daughter Story
“Don’t argue with her,” John said to his wife, who stood there crying in the front yard. “It never ever helps. You know that.” He patted her shoulder.
“But, but, she knows how much I hate it when she doesn’t clean the blender.”
At that, Jane scurried back into the house, snagging her shirt on the door frame as she went. “Damn!” she cried out. “My whole day is ruined!”
John followed her, hoping to calm her down a bit before she began to argue with their daughter again. “You know Jane, your roses are the best they’ve ever been!”
“Oh, do you like them?” she sniffled and tugged at the blue bandanna she liked to wear around her neck in hot weather. “I think they’d look better if we painted the trellis they climb on, don’t you?” She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and thought to herself how he always knew how to cheer her up. “And, while we’re at it, we can clean the brush away.”
Just then, her daughter marched by in the hallway. As usual, she wore her iPod, the music turned up loud. She whirled the click wheel, looking for another song to play, barely noticing her mother standing there.
“What’s bothering you?”
“The blender. You made a smoothie and didn’t clean it. Now it’s all stuck on and yucky! I really wish you wouldn’t do that!”
“Mom! You are SO fussy! Nothing ever pleases you. Last time you complained that I nested the bowls together in the dishwasher. Really! It isn’t a big deal. Lighten up!”
Jane burst into tears again. Sally looked on, a bit disturbed, and wondered whether now might not be a good time to let her mom know about her plans to get a nose ring. Perhaps today wouldn’t be a good day, she decided.
She painted a rose with love for her husband birthday three months ago before he went to Europe. She usually prefers nature for painting to other objects.
She was asking him to promise that he will come back as soon as possible because she will miss him very much before he left home. He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and said calmly “I promise.”
A day after, when she was making vegetable juice in a blender, someone knocked the door. No one was behind the door, but a small box was there. Her cell phone ringed before she opened the box. She scurried because she was waiting for her husband s‘call. But a strange voice told that her husband is with other woman.” He fell in love with a German lady; he goes to Europe just for her, not for business”, he continued “some photos nested in the box if you don’t believe me.”
She opened the box while she whirled in her chair. She was looking at them sombrely; she felt something snagged her heart. When her husband called they argued and she said that she never mind to see him again. After she put her ring beside a red bandanna-her husband brought for her last month-she took her brush to paint something (she would forget everything for moments.).
It took three months that he proved the photos were not real (someone who was jealous planned everything to part them.).
She in the house to the left is standing out in her yard. She never just stands there. She’s always on the go. Her husband comes back after three months. They talk. They hug. She cries. He comforts.
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