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Saturday, 2/2/13 1:43p Writer's Challenge on FB.
Need a setting..a scene. The easiest thing to write about would be to vent more about my financial woes, but that would only plunge me back into the hole.
Question becomes, fact or fiction? Positive, or negative.
Many of the posts so far are negative. I'd like to try something new. Something to help me climb further out of this tense rut I've been in.
I was talking to someone yesterday about my story about Rena. Maybe something from her life. Her first trip to a music store, perhaps. Or a carnival. Something that would bring amazement and wonder to her heart.
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Little Rena was being carried again. She didn't mind, especially when it was Daddy's strong arms that cradled her small five-year old frame. The grumble of car engines as they drove past, the swaying motion of Daddy's long stride on the sidewalk, the earthy and smell the sweet voice of a lady selling flowers, all were a delight to Rena.
She loved it when Daddy took her places. It got so boring at home, with Momma always hovering over her and telling her not to touch things and to sit still like a good little girl. Daddy actually let her try things.
A tinkling noise rang over her head caused Rena to smile. She remembered that sound.
“Well, Devin, it's good to see you again! So soon?” a baritone voice boomed, making Daddy chuckle softly.
“Yeah, needed to pick up some more guitar picks. My students seem to go through them like they were candy or something.” Daddy said, setting Rena down on her feet. Rena kept hold of his pant leg. “Got any cheap ones for forgetful students, Jeff?”
“Sure,” Jeff said, as footsteps brought his deep voice closer. “I see ya brought your little princess with ya. My, look how beautiful she's getting.”
“Yeah. Do you mind if I let her roam around? She's been showing an interest in music.”
“Not at all! Just mind the more fragile stuff. Remember, you break it, you bought it.” Jeff said with a laugh. “I'll just check the back for those student guitar picks for ya.”
Rena shifted her weight uncertainly, holding tight to Daddy's pant leg.
She felt Daddy's hand at her back. “Go on, Rena. Don't be afraid. Here, let's look at the harps.”
He guided her forward and plucked her hand from his pants. Her fingers felt something stringy, and she heard a high tone that made her jump a bit.
“It's okay,” Daddy said. “This is what a harp sounds like. Here it is. Try again.”
Her tiny hands found the smooth frame, then explored onward to the strings, stroking them gently. She smiled as each string she touched brought a sweet note to her ears, like that lady selling flowers.
Laughing, Rena let her hand glide across the strings, bringing all the notes together in a wonderful blend.
“Sounds like you've got yourself another musician in the family, Devin.” Jeff's deep voice rumbled as Rena continued to stroke the strings.
“Well, she comes by it honestly.” Daddy said, patting Rena on the head. Rena nuzzled his hand and continued to play. Oh, how she loved going out with Daddy.