Tweet of the Day: Writing Excuses 7.35: Brainstorming with Dan
The number 7. Seen as a holy number by many (at least in the West) it conjures a lot of ideas and so it brings us to the subject of todays post. Welcome back the AW Blog Chain:
This month’s prompt:
The Number Seven
September used to be the seventh month of the old Roman calendar and its name literally means seventh “month,” so this month is brought to you by 7. Write wherever the prompt inspires you, fiction or non-fiction, prose or poetry. Do try and keep things at a PG-13 level, though.
Each post should be less than 1000 words if possible. Read and comment on other participants’ posts if you possibly can–they’ll be doing the same for you!
Well then time to get this party started.
“So how old are you?” asked Miss Morison. Ginny wrapped herself around my neck and flashed three little fingers. “Three?”
“And a half,” yelled Bobby from his station around my left leg.
“Seven years of parenting packed into half the time,” I said.
Miss Morison smiled, “Ain’t it the truth! I remember my little boys when….” she continued to talk about her sons running around the house at that age. I put down Ginny and hefted Bobby up on my shoulder. The village square buzzed with activity as people enjoyed the summer’s last warm days. The book fair was the village’s biggest event of the season, a time for local authors to showcase their books (mine would be tomorrow), trade old paper backs and watch Shakespearean puppet shows. Miss Morison went back to her table and I reached a hand to grab Ginny.
There was nothing there.
My head swiveled back and forth. I scanned everything at ground level. My stomach tightened, my head hurt. A thousand thoughts flowed through my mind, each one scarier and more revolting than the last. It was easy, before the twins, to laugh at overprotective parents. Parents who flinched at every dark thing that appeared in the news. But at that moment I was angry, bewildered and distraught. If anything happened to her….
“And how old are you?” I heard someone ask a few tables over.
I saw Ginny’s red hair. Each step I took carried me closer to her. I reached out and grabbed her.
“Dear God in heaven!” I said.
“Is that your daddy?” asked the young woman behind the table. Ginny shook her head vigorously. Up she went, the two might break my back, but I wasn’t going to let them go. The woman look up to me, “Oh I saw her wonder over here and decided to keep an eye on her. You never know these days.”
“No, you never know.”
Well, that’s it. If you like it and want to know the road that led to this point look at the banner above, under Changing of the Seasons. 🙂
Participants and posts:
orion_mk3 – http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to this month’s post)
Ralph Pines – https://ralfast.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s post)
bmadsen – http://hospitaloflife.wordpress.com (link to this month’s post)
writingismypassion – http://charityfaye.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)
pyrosama – http://matrix-hole.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)
areteus – http://lurkingmusings.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s post)
randi.lee – http://emotionalnovel.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)
wonderactivist – http://luciesmoker.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s post)
BBBurke – http://www.awritersprogression.com/ (link to this month’s post)
meowzbark – http://erlessard.wordpress.com/ (link to this month’s post)
SuzanneSeese – http://www.viewofsue.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)
AFord – http://writeword.blog.com/ (link to this month’s post)
Kricket – http://kricketwrites.blogspot.com/ (link to this month’s post)