Sunday, November 26, 2006

My Scariest Day!

It was a beautiful day. The kind of day that makes you want to be outdoors. I was enjoying the sun dappled shade of a towering oak when I noticed a young girl setting a picnic for one. She was lovely, with golden hair that fell in natural tendrils around her face. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue that rivaled the sky on this warm summer’s day. She wore faded blue jeans and a blouse the color of a lime. She was barefoot, having taken off her sandals, and I noticed her toenails were painted pink with little white flowers on them.
As I was also alone that day, I decided to venture a little closer and introduce myself. Perhaps we could picnic together. I enjoy making new friends and the park is usually a great place to find them.
As I was getting closer I could see the items she was setting out for her picnic. She had lain out a red and white checkered blanket on which she had her opened picnic basket and a small stool to sit upon. She pulled out her utensils, a cloth napkin and finally her meal. An odd meal, I thought, it looked like cottage cheese.
I had gotten close enough to introduce myself and quietly cleared my throat. That is when we made eye contact for the first time. Then all hell broke loose. She let out the most horrific scream I have ever heard. I covered my ears, in vain, trying to block out the noise. She started waiving her arms in the air, swinging at me, and yelling “get away, get away from me”!
I didn’t know what to do, my heart was beating so fast and I didn’t know what had set her off. I tried waiving my hands back at her to tell her to calm down. That set off another wave of screams. This time she picked up her napkin and started swinging it at me. She knocked me off balance and I fell to the ground. Before I could get up she picked up one of her sandals and started swatting at me. I was so terrified the only thing I could do was quickly crawl back up my line, into the safety of my web, in the sun dappled shade of the towering oak.
Copyright 11/2006
Linda Voss
aka Domestic Goddess

12 comments:

  1. That is fantastic!

    I love how it lets you think we are seeing through your eyes until the very last, where we get let in on the little twist.

    Very well done. :)

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  2. That was AWESOME!! You are a GREAT writer! You totally pulled me in!

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  3. Anonymous1:59 PM

    Very Good !

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  4. What a freak. Good job.

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  5. Nice site by the way. Self-portrait?

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  7. Wow...that was an unexpected twist!

    Thanks for sharing it!

    Annie

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  8. Anonymous7:37 AM

    You really had me going...I was like, oh my god, the girl must have been mentally ill, or had trama in her past my mind was reeling tying to figure out what happened! You so GOT me!!! What a treat.

    Candy

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  9. That was great thanks
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  11. I love this!! I agree with candy minx..I was thinking that the gal was mentally ill!! Very impressive!!

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  12. lol and to think, I was feeling sorry for you! :P

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