Day 9: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.
It’s the afternoon and there’s a nice breeze. Yes, the birds are chirping and the sound of the statuesque fountain is reminiscent of a waterfall in the Tropics. Certainly, the people of this town are enjoying this beautiful spring day. And where else?
The town square park.
The colors are alive, the aroma is uplifting and the quality of the air is serene. This is where nannies and mommies bring their young to play in safety. Indeed a place where college students can take a breath from the stress of professors; that is, until they run into that same professor who is at the park trying to take a breath from them.
Ah, yes. Love is in the air. Guys are eyeing the nannies that are eyeing them, while the toddlers interrupt the young couple that was lying in the grass. Well! Guess napping is done. So the young couple is up and now begins their stroll back to their apartment. The young lady takes the young man’s hand, holding on securely. As they are walking, they pass by a lovely silver-bluish haired woman who appears to be knitting a red sweater. Immediately, the young man begins to tear up, accompanied with light sniffling. Just as quickly as he does that, it’s like he snaps to attention–a thought.
The woman on the bench thinks:
Poor thing, he must really feel trapped in that relationship. Crying won’t help soften the blow of the talk of the break up. Such a woos. Man up and tell her you’re out.
The young lady thinks:
I knew he was the one, Seeing that little red sweater revealed his sensitive side and that he wants children. E-E-E-Eik! He’s gonna propose to me. Right here! I can’t wait to call my girlfriends later and tell them of this remarkable turn of events.
The young man is thinking:
*sniff sniff* I can’t believe us moving in together means giving up my red pimp loveseat. The memories…oh…
Oh dag. I haven’t blogged in two days, messing with this girl.
Speaking of blogging, I am on Day 9 of the 12th day–three days behind. So gotta go. Bye!
Here’s another POV: