That one day that Joe found her. The body of a flower and the wings of a butterfly, Love. What great ways she had with all the folks in town. She kept peoples wants high with the desires of hope. Joe paced the baseball field entire. Hoping to find the sense of walking in lines of straightness. What would be the destiny of Joe in the few moments of time? Her Wings of a mountainous beauty sore through the skies of hope. Joe Strode to the fence where he found Nancy. Her long flowing hair lay down across her shoulder, the color of a daisy meadow mixed with honey. Could this be what she wanted for Joe? He paced in front of her and hoped for her mouth to project a phrase that he would not have to say first. Nancy pulled at Joe's hand, to lend a graceful look. She looked sympathetic, and yet anxious. Joe, outbursted "I love you Nancy" and Nancy let go of Joe's hand. The face of her's full of rose. She turned around, off the tree plucked a flower and looked back at the young boy's face. "I love you too Joe." she exclaimed. She was looking over the shoulder of Joe after all. The petal of the flower slip off and slowly dived to the ground. Letting Joe know her wings were always there. A guardian angel with the eyes of a hawk.
I used the same sentence structure as Hurston, and i tried to keep the passage that i wrote with vague words such as she and her. I wanted the reader to feel anxious for Joe yet have a real graceful look at Nancy. I tried to create as much emotion in it as i could and let the butterfly evolve into a guardian angel.
No comments:
Post a Comment