Old commands repeat
Swallowing nearly complete
Peace will reign again
The dermatologist worked for weeks to clear up the not so bad, but embarrassing acne. It would not do, to not put her best face forward at the party.
She arrived in a beautiful blouse with three eye-catching cutouts in the back, a perfect frame for the spectacular fiery pimple.
A short creative writing challenge to write a story in exactly 50 words. This one is a mostly true nightmare that I’d witnessed. Seemed metaphorical for all kinds of teachable moments. 😉
Alright, my mother isn’t, and wasn’t ever, a nun. She grew up wanting to be one, but life has a way of trading dreams on people, and I was the first trade-off.
Her life wasn’t anywhere close to a serene cloistered order. I wrote a little about that in a post called ‘Someone to Watch Over Me’.
Her adult road didn’t include even following the tenets of her early faith. The closest to church involvement was the annual search for one that held summer camps for kids. That was her summer break and our free annual vacation.
What she ended up doing mostly was working 12 hour days in emergency first-aid and security detail. A few years into this industry, she’d re-found her faith, but it could never be used as any kind of vocation. Those 12 hour shifts were an economic necessity and there are few comparable offerings in the faith field.
So, it was long days until retirement at age 71. By then she wanted only to putter, and maybe volunteer a little. She’d already started going to church regularly again, and she helped the Reverend here and there. Their pleasant working relationship became true friendship. She had no idea this would cause her earliest reveries to swell again.
One day the Reverend made her an offer. Would she like to be a lay-reader? She would only have to study some, and practise the rituals in assistance for a while. She was instantly transported to places of long ago innocence. Her sixty something year old dream, a little re-shaped, finally got her to that place that was always meant to be.
Blogger and author JT Weaver posted a challenge to write stories in the 270 word range. For some of us, this is like requesting a brush-cut after we’ve been used to only a trim up to the hips. In the end though, it’s made me appreciate the less is more doctrine even more. JT’s challenge idea was inspired by the “Hemingway Challenge” and Abraham Lincoln’s succinct Gettysburg Address of 270 words:
jtweaver.net (2014 – 01 – 11- the-270)
P.S. This exercise also taught me that WordPress includes the captions on photos in their word count. I did not.