Fall

[Lady Celes Crusader]

In a park, among the trees, the colors and the falling leaves, a squirrel is heading toward his nest, his mouth full of nuts. When it pulls one out of its mouth, another one falls out of its grasp. Below, a man and a woman are slowly falling in love with each other. When they were about to kiss, the nut passes right between their face and both lovers laughs about the unusual interruption. The lady was clad in a long brown coat while her red hair is cascading on her back. When the gentleman, who was wearing brown pants with a green coat, asks her out; the woman's cheeks turns red.

 

Meanwhile, a bird aims toward a worm and flies downs, catching it. Alone, seated on a rusted bench, an old man is drinking the very little alcohol he manages to find. When he sees the young couple, the scenes reminds him of his former life. Now, he's fallen into the homeless class and he feeds and dresses himself with anything that wealthier people had thrown aside.

 

Suddenly, the raindrops start to fall on the park, making its visitor leave it and its inhabitant to seek refuge. The old vagabond stays on his bench, knowing that it might be the last time he'll enjoy any fall scene. He lays down on his side, in a fetal position, on the bench and closes his eyes. Slowly he falls into his last sleep.

[Gyrfalcon]

A very descriptive scene, Lady Celes. Congratulations on recapturing your muse. Now remember, you bar both the door AND windows of your mind to prevent her from escaping.

 

Now for my attempt:

 

The man steps out his front door, breathing deeply of the cool, crisp air. The coolness of the morning was a blessing after the scorching heat of the summer. He sighs, and wispy tendrils of mist float away, only to disappear in a passing breeze.

 

Pulling his light windbreaker tighter around himself, the man wishes for a passing instant that he had thought to don a larger coat, but as he walks towards his car, gleaming with muted hilights in the faint difuse light of the overcast morning, he decides that he'd rather enjoy the slight chill and savor the morning's cool.

[Peredhil]

M'Lady,

That was a really excellent word picture - plus I found it full of symbolism. It reads well to me on several levels - and all in so few words.

 

I think it's harder to write a tight short scene like this, than a full story.

[Lady Celes Crusader]

Thank you both for you kind words.

 

Gyr: You give me an idea with your short story (which is also well done).

 

Peredhil: I'm glad that you've mentioned the levels, because I did play with the words (and had fun with these).

[Gyrfalcon]

That's always helpful.

 

May your muse always burn brightly, lighting the way to creativity.