An Uneventful Tale
Two students meet after school. As they walked up the hill on the path they took everyday Bryce glanced at Shayne and then back at the winding road they took home. The road was flrourishing with beautiful orange and red flowers on each side of the cement.
As they walked Shayne slowed her pace to take in a slow breath of the fresh air. Shayne always enjoyed this part of their walk home as the air was so much sweeter as they got farther from the congested are of their school. Shayne stops to go pick a flower and examine it.
"Why are you doing that " Bryce says, looking at her in a respulsed fashion.
"Have you never taken it literally to stop and smell the roses?" Shayne says egging him on.
As she breathes in the flower she closes her eyes and smiles. Bryce watches her in a curious manner. This wasn't a first for Shayne's odd stops. Bryce examined Shaynes face as she had her eyes closed, feeling that this was one of the only times he had really seen how freckled her skin was. Seeing the scratches on her arms, knowing they were from previous tree climbing adventures. Shayne was an odd person to Bryce but he felt a deep connection to her and her abnormal actions.
Shayne could feel Bryce staring at her as he always did. In a way she loved it. He quited his breath as she had her eyes closed, emphasizing how focused he was on being unnoticed as he did so. How ironic, she thought to herself, that the very thing I'm doing brings out the only time he will look at me.
Shayne puts the flower in her hair and they continue on their walk home. Bryce always stays one step behind Shayne. As they walk the wind blows the flower out of her hair.
"Do you want me to go get another one", Bryce says awkwardly.
"No", Shayne giggles, "It surved its purpose.
The flower drifts onto the cement and emulates the colours of the sky. To see such a beautiful flower on such bland cement purplexed Bryce, but he continued to follow Shayne.
As they reach Bryce's home he walks up the stairs and turns to say goodbye to Shayne. None to his surprise he sees Shayne picking another flower. Bryce smiles and goes inside.
Reflection
Upon writing this story, I really felt at first that it was difficult to start. I had no clue where the story was gonig to go, so I decided to just go with it word for word. With some time I really liked writing with such abstract fluidity. As a painter it's something I encounter a lot. However, trying to keep the story rich and full bodied definitely has its dry moments. Writers block was definitely an issue. I felt like it was so anticlimatic like Alexander Pope's "The Rape of the Lock". I tried to emmulate things being very profound over soft subjects. I feel like my characters are very open ended, but at the same time they are curious people in which hold great detailed thoughts about one another while going on with their normal scheduled walk home.