Victoria, at Liv2write2day, issued a challenge on her Monday Morning Writing Prompt.
She chose a photo designed to summon creative juices. Immensely intrigued, I committed time and Souldipper space to get to know this child who reached out of a picture and touched my soul.
We were invited to write a descriptive piece using as many senses as possible.
Nine year old Devon moved officiously from behind the wheelchair. “What are you spraying?”
The caregiver paused with a tired sigh dreading an encounter with a precocious child. “I’m refreshing your grandfather’s room.” Pssst! The putridly sweet-scented substance that promised spring violets stung Devon’s eyes.
“Please stop. He hates that stuff. It makes him sick.” Devon saw she was being ignored. She had to stop this woman. For courage, she reached over and grabbed her grandfather’s dry, tissue-paper hand. The overpowering chemical spread a tickling sting in Devon’s nasal passages. At first she considered stopping it, then joyfully released a loud, snorting sneeze, “Ah choo!”
The spraying stopped.
The caregiver picked up her basket to leave, then said, “What’s he doing with those scissors? Where did he get them?”
“I brought them. He’s gonna cut his beard as soon as he finishes with my IPod. He’s listening to me sing in our school play. The Wizard of Oz. Then we’re going for turkey dinner at my Aunt Molly’s house.”
“He’s not supposed to have sharp scissors.”
“Maybe my grandpa can’t walk, but he can cut his beard.” Devon’s tone rose with defensiveness.
The caregiver stood with her hands on her hips, “I’ll have to take them from him.”
Devon knew the IPod would soon be finished. She had to take care of this immediately, “My grandpa knows how to do everything. He carried a friend over a mine field when he was soldier. That friend visits grandpa all the time. He saved my mom and my aunt once from a fire. He saved tons of animals. He used guns, knives, razor blades, saws, axes… You should listen to my grandpa’s stories sometime. Scissors don’t scare him.”
“I’m sure you know why rules exist. I bet your mother has rules about scissors.”
“Well when my grandpa runs with these scissors, you can tell him the rules.” Devon’s eyes darkened with defiance as she flashed a look at her grandfather to make certain the Wizard was still playing. “Me and grandpa never talk about rules. He told me that the only people who need rules are the ones who don’t know how angels think.”
Grandfather suddenly shouted above the applause that only he could hear, “My goodness, sweetheart, that was some performance!”
So moving, Amy. Made me tearful.
Awww, Cin! You sweet, tender, heart!
a very touching story.
Thank you, Trisha, for coming by.
This gave me much to think about today…thanks!
Hopefully, Charles, not about giving up your scissors! 😀
Oh, I can tell that you’ve worked with the elderly and that you’ve taken time to listen to their stories. What a blessing they have been in our lives. This story brought tears to my eyes and memories to this gently aging mind. Bravo, my dear friend.
Victoria, your comment gave me shivers! Many thanks.
I so adored the end .. Old people have such feresh approach to everything the people around them do 🙂
Thank you for peeking at my offering, Ladynimue. I just visited your latest post and found “Mother” to be exquisite.
Very well done!
Thank you, Tokeloshe.
Amy ~ Sorry it took me so long to make the rounds today. It’s been an interesting and somewhat exhausting day on SLTW. 😉
That said, this is MY FAVORITE POST from you. It illustrates that LOVE is the antidote to FEAR.
No wonder the Angels were applauding! 🙂
Thanks, Nancy. I know you are enjoying your exhaustive day…or rather, the reason for it being exhaustive. 😀
And love is the answer.
Bless that child’s brilliant defiance. And you for giving it to her.
I’m having a good chuckle as I read your comment, Mel. Yep…defiance. There are times when defenses work for the good of a situation…
What a brilliant post and moment! Namaste 🙂
Thanks, Leslee. Blessings to you as well.
This was an awesome, empowering story!
Thanks for coming by, Chris! I enjoyed reading your version of the photo, too.
Nice story! And I commend you for taking on such a detailed writing prompt. Using our senses is a way to “connect” things when we write. Give them sticking power. Like when children learn, if they do so with more than once sense (sight and touch, for example), they are more apt to remember what they’ve learned.
The same is true for writing. When we read something connected to one of the five senses, we remember it. The chill on my face. The softness of the fur. Etc.
Hmmm… Guess I’m inspired by your writing prompt too!
So glad you came by, Melissa, and that you took the time to make such helpful comments. Thank you. I just saw this quote from Chekhov that I love to visit again and again, “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~Anton Chekhov With writers like that, we’d have fewer memory problems! 😀
Standing ovation for Devon!!!!!!! You go girl!!! 🙂
I agree, Leslie.
Great piece of story telling. The little girl’s my hero!
You noticed so many details in the picture – like the scissors – that I didn’t even see.
Thank you, Rosie. Little Devon was determined to be created!
Hot damn! This made me laugh AND gave me courage to speak. Thank you!
Too right, Sally. Keep that voice working!
What a wonderful bond and how lovingly you put the strands together.
Thank you, Nadira. I visited your site and there you were! My teacher! Many thanks for your teachings about meditation.
Love this, so touching and fierce.
Hi Theresa – I love seeing one of my fellow Canadians writing blogs that will be so supportive to other young mothers. In visiting your blog, I see you ‘let it out’ which is great! Thanks for visiting. I love your word “fierce”. You’re right. Devon is a little warrior.
A beautiful story! Love how the child defends her beloved grandfather so much xx
May we all have a Devon in our lives! Thanks for your comment.
Delightfully touching and vividly alive, Amy 🙂 Go Devon!
I agree – Go Devon!
Hi Amy and Victoria .. my goddaughter’s names! anyway – yes I can feel that story .. and the relationship between the two – wonderful .. let alone the story itself .. the truth .. wonderful .. you could write more?! Cheers and big hugs – Hilary
Hi Hilary – good to hear from you again. It tells me you have a bit of breathing space. 🙂 I enjoyed your post about some details within the Royal Wedding.
Hi Amy .. no and no and no!! Just trying to do a catch up with my Reader and the fact I can actually blog now and comment – after the blogger and google slow down in the past fortnight – thank goodness after the A – Z challenge.
Thanks – I’ve enjoyed doing the Royal Wedding perspectives – knowing they’ll be different to all others! Cheers .. Hilary
Amy, I love this story. I have become a fan. More stories please 🙂
Thank you, my Jade Eyed Friend! I’ve been distracted by life…but you are encouraging me to get back to doing some more publishing!
Love the way you do dialogue… hope I can learn from you 🙂