It has been a while since I’ve participated in the Trifecta challenge but I was feeling a bit inspired so I gave it a go. This weekend’s challenge is community judged so if you are reading during the period of the judging and want to vote for me, then find your way to the Trifecta site and you can do that there. I’m not sure when the judging takes place, but if you feel that strongly about making your vote count, you can find out the time parameters at Trifecta. So now that the groveling for your votes is over, on with the challenge!
The challenge is to compose a story of either 33 words or 333 words about a picture of a girl and a naked cow. SInce I’ve been feeling particularly wordy of late, I went for the gusto and am happy to report that I hit the 333 word mark after ending with 347 words and making a few edits to get down to 333 words. So here is the photo and my story of the picture of the naked cow in the road is below that.
Margaret sat at her desk. She had always dreamed of being a writer. At least, that is what she remembered of her early life – the dream. That was before she married her high school sweetheart. Then the kids arrived on the scene and her life became a blur of cooking, carpooling and picking up after others. There was little time to write and even less to dream of writing.
But now, her kids were on their own and she knew there was a short window of time before they had kids and she became the free, always available babysitter. So she created her blog but struggled to find worthy topics on which to pontificate. Margaret thought a writing challenge would stir the embers of creativity that she knew must be somewhere within her.
She gazed at the photo of a little girl wearing clothes and a naked cow separated by a fence. Margaret thought the picture would have been much more interesting if the cow was wearing clothes and the little girl was naked. Naked cows are just not that interesting. And what was the deal with the fence? Was it supposed to represent something? It appeared that the girl could easily clamber through or over the fence and the cow seemed disinterested.
Margaret sighed. She was uncomfortable sitting naked at her desk. She had read something about how to write naked, but Margaret wasn’t much of a reader. She tended to skim through articles, looking for key words and the key words that jumped out at her from that article were “naked” and “writing,” so she assumed that meant she needed to disrobe to free up the creativity. But now she just felt a little silly.
She turned off her computer and gazed at the dust motes dancing in a shaft of sunlight. Margaret wondered why the picture couldn’t have been one of dust motes dancing in a shaft of sunlight. She was sure she could have written a story about that.