The second week of Write at the Merge featured music from Nirvana (Plateau, the Unplugged version) and an image of hot air balloons. We loved seeing a really varied group of responses: memoir, poetry, parts of serial fiction and stand-alone flash fiction pieces.
Courtenay from Soup struck us with her glimpse into what happens when what you’ve been waiting for isn’t exactly what you expected, caught perfectly in the space between fluid and frozen.
Julia stared at the dregs of her tea. She swirled the water, hoping to see her future, but all she saw was the stained bottom of her mug.
“Three weeks,” she muttered as she looked out the window onto the campus duck pond. It was just starting to freeze over, the water grey and calm, belying the violence of the changing seasons. Everywhere life was freezing into suspended animation, falling dormant, lying low. Whatever change was planned for the spring was plateaued for now, caught in the gray. Continue reading here…
Cait from Notebook Sisters used 73 aching words to paint a picture of a little boy resigned to live without hope.
More wonderful selections can be found at the link up post, so if you haven’t read them yet, try to visit at least a couple. We hope to see you Sunday night for the next offering from Write at the Merge.