|What is she dreaming about?|
ten for Tuesday, dreams, thoughts, ponderings…by Kitty Griffin
Here, for your thoughts are ten story starts, snippets I've stored in my many notebooks. And if you'd like some music to go with them, try the Italian composer Ludovico Einaudi, I find the music sets me free, unbound to the far reaches of wishes and dreams.
One, starting with dialogue
"I want a change in attitude, missy," Dad snapped. "After all, this move is for you."
Because of me, she wanted to scream. Because of what I did.
Two, a silly start
"Lizard," said Wizard, "I need your tail."
"Wizard," said Lizard, "it's not for sale."
Three, an Irish start
The mirror reflected a face as sad as a wed Wednesday.
Four, another Irish start
She held the pen in her hand, the notebook lay open and ready for words. How could she describe this place? Every color of the rainbow, as long as it was green.
Five, a dangerous start
You need to find her. You need to tell her that the forces of darkness are hunting her.
"I want to have your face tattooed on my ass."
"Cause you're always on it."
The counselor leaned forward, her eyes blinking. "So tell me, what do you think about your parents?"
"My parents? They're okay. As long as I can run from them."
"You know who's killing the children?"
My father will visit any place he has a relative, or where Elvis lived.
She'd been told to sort the laundry. Someone had balled up a shirt and stuffed it into the pant legs of a pair of jeans. Why? As she pulled the shirt free and shook it her mouth opened and she sucked in air. Where had all that blood come from? Whose was it?