Monday, June 21, 2010

What She Did

The young woman sat on the blanket, her legs curled under her and her three year old daughter in her lap. Her son was running between the blanket and the crashing waves, yelping for joy. That is until he slipped on the worn path and fell into the mud. He screamed, calling on the furry of the devil himself. The woman walked over to him, her daughter's eyes brimming with tears, and fought the devil back into his burning cave to the awe of all the spectators. She should be sainted.

*** One Minute Writer ***

1 comment:

  1. The imagery is stronger at then end than when the devil first appears. This gives a bit of a disconnect between the two parts.