This week, I was asked to show two different scenes to my writer, one familiar scene, possibly something from my own home, and an unfamiliar scene, a strange place, somewhere I've never been before.
Familiar Place: It's pitch black outside, 7:05pm. We're in the kitchen, and Zachary is dancing around the table while our kitten runs across the hard wooden floor. One of the eight lights in the antique chandelier has stopped working, but with all of the other lights in the room, there's no need to worry about it. We're all sitting around the wooden table giving our attention to our father, with the exception of Zachary who is still dancing like a spaz. Bowls filled with salad toppings surround dirty dishes covered in sauce and salad dressing. We can still smell the Italian spices in the air after the raviolis dad chose to have for his birthday dinner. the dark green table cloth is a stark contrast to the bright red sauce stains that have appeared at Zachary's end of the table. Sam and Emma are anticipating the cherry pie I made, so they start to clear the table in hopes that they can have dessert now. The stainless steel sink now full of dishes after the six of us finished eating. I can still taste the pecans that had topped my salad. As I type these words, Emma runs to the next room to grab dad's birthday gift, and mom has her grab our gift too. Zach is now scurrying to try and find his gift, as he runs in circles thinking he'll see something different each time he circles the table. Emma comes back with a long but flat rectangular box in colorful red Christmas wrapping, and a partially transparent white bag that has the gift from the rest of the family. Mom also comes back to the table with the card sent up by my grandparents, they can't be here because they live in Florida 6 months out of the year. Dad rips open the neat wrapping from Emma's gift, to find a long white clothing box inside. As he slowly pulls off the top of the box, he finds a navy blue, extra large shirt that reads : This Is What A Really Cool DAD Looks Like. Sam joked around saying how there should be an arrow that points to the left, and dad responds saying that he just earned himself one less Christmas present. He was joking of course, but Sam didn't find it all too funny. Dad set the shirt down and grabbed the white bag. There was no tissue paper or anything, and to be honest, the bags was just there for the significance of identifying it as a gift. Not only did he pick it out himself, but he had also taken it out of the box and charged it already. He had picked out a small power drill, the same one he had lost almost a year ago. Finally, he opened up his card from his parents, but I couldn't read it from this end of the table. All I had seen was the bright blue envelope he had taken the card from. Apart from the brownies and the cherry pie, all of the festivities are through with, and it's time to put Zachary down for bed, and get my bag packed for class tomorrow. Strange Place: I was almost asleep in the leather passenger seat of my mom's Chrysler Town & Country when she said that it was time to go in. "Go in? We're not even past Weavers yet." Came my groggy reply. We were on our way to Grammy's house, when all of the sudden, mom parked the car. "Yeah, we had to go somewhere new for your assignment. Come on Rebekah, you were the one who suggested the antique's shop anyway." She said trying to coax me out of my seat. "What? I'm confused" Piped up Sam from the back seat. "I'm going in too!" Zach exclaimed. "We just have to go in for a minute" Mom said, "You can stay out here, we need ten or fifteen minutes for Bekah's assignment." "Okay, goodnight" Sam mumbled as he laid back down to fall asleep. I grabbed my phone to video tape the store as Sean had mentioned in class the other day. From the outside of the little shop, you could see farming tools and the like hung on shelves or set on the ground. The glass door let out plenty of light, and my eyes had to readjust as mom opened the door for me to go through. As soon as you went in, you had to walk through the line of customers waiting to visit the cashier on the right of the door. Though the employees tried to organize everything, antiques were scattered everywhere. Little oil cans adorned most of the shelving, racks of old clothes were pushed up against the walls, and from the ceiling, hung lamps and lanterns and tools of all sorts. One shelf was overflowing with black and white photos they had collected over the years. It was interesting, seeing so many people's memories just laying on a shelf in some random shop out in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Zach and my mom went up the stairs in the back corner of the shop while I stayed downstairs looking at the rotary phones. I would have loved to have purchased one for my own room if it didn't take so long for the numbers to reset themselves. I was fascinated by the jewelry and fashion magazines next to the telephones, and all too soon, I had to leave.
Dang Tran
11/24/2015 02:02:26 pm
I'm glad to hear that you had a wonderful trip and the great time with your family. I used to visit Lancaster before, and I took a lot of picture, too. Comments are closed.
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