For this week's post we were asked to create two Micro-fictions of our own using inspiration from Gloria Anzaldua's Borderland's /La Frontera or How to Tame a Wild Tongue as well as a tweet from our Twitter accounts.
The first Micro-fiction was inspired from Borderland's/La Frontera. The lined I used was "blood rushes to my face/ twelve years I'd sat on the memory/ the anger scorching me/ my throat so tight I can/barely get the words out."
She sits in the waiting room watching re-runs of Oprah, rain pouring against the window pane experiencing deja vu from last Thursday. “Maybe I will be able to tell him today” she thought to herself. “I actually completed all of the exercises this week.”
I let myself relive that day. I walked from my front stoop down the winding unpaved road to the stop sign where the bus should have picked me up that day. It was hot that September except for that day. The morning’s unsuspected frost chilled my body. I looked at my new Fossil watch, an early birthday present from dad because he was in Florida for business again, 7:15 AM. I was always early, the bus never came till 7:45 AM but mom never knew because she was at work by 7:00 AM.
I went so early because he was there. He came every morning to talk to me. He was my dad’s friend from middle school. He drove up in his red sports car and told me to get in because it was so cold out. I did. He started driving. I began to panic. He told me to relax.
“We are just going to a secret hide-out in the woods. Your dad and I built it when we were younger”. I went for the door. He grabbed my arms and held my hands down, I couldn’t move.
“Robyn Waters,” she said standing at the door holding the manila folder filled of documentation. “The doctor will see you now.”
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The tweet I received my inspiration for my second Micro-fiction is "Making sure I invest in a shovel today."
With a turn of the key the freezing engine begins to roar and starts the early day commute. The radio blares Taylor Swift from the ride before. She turns on the radio, “Back up on the Ben Franklin Bridge. Tonight another snow storm making its way from the south. Accumulations about four to six inches.”
“Really?” she thought. “I have no time to get a shovel between all of my classes today.” Her Mini-Cooper didn’t completely warm up when she put the car in reverse and rushed to class. Her dad would be disappointed, he always said to let her car warm for ten minutes before she leaves.
Eight hours later, a planner filled with readings and blog homework she makes a pit stop at K-mart to buy a shovel. The aisles were filled with everything from pillows to snow brushes for the windshield. She walked to the service desk. “Excuse me do you have any snow shovels.” He looked at her like she had five heads. “We sold out two weeks ago.”
In a rush to get to dance practice on time she went to Big Lots. With no time to waste she asks the service desk the same question. “I am sorry sweetie we sold out yesterday, a man from the church bought thirty but there’s one child’s shovel left in the corner.” She grabbed the plastic shovel and went to the register. “Your total is $4.99.”
The first Micro-fiction was inspired from Borderland's/La Frontera. The lined I used was "blood rushes to my face/ twelve years I'd sat on the memory/ the anger scorching me/ my throat so tight I can/barely get the words out."
She sits in the waiting room watching re-runs of Oprah, rain pouring against the window pane experiencing deja vu from last Thursday. “Maybe I will be able to tell him today” she thought to herself. “I actually completed all of the exercises this week.”
I let myself relive that day. I walked from my front stoop down the winding unpaved road to the stop sign where the bus should have picked me up that day. It was hot that September except for that day. The morning’s unsuspected frost chilled my body. I looked at my new Fossil watch, an early birthday present from dad because he was in Florida for business again, 7:15 AM. I was always early, the bus never came till 7:45 AM but mom never knew because she was at work by 7:00 AM.
I went so early because he was there. He came every morning to talk to me. He was my dad’s friend from middle school. He drove up in his red sports car and told me to get in because it was so cold out. I did. He started driving. I began to panic. He told me to relax.
“We are just going to a secret hide-out in the woods. Your dad and I built it when we were younger”. I went for the door. He grabbed my arms and held my hands down, I couldn’t move.
“Robyn Waters,” she said standing at the door holding the manila folder filled of documentation. “The doctor will see you now.”
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The tweet I received my inspiration for my second Micro-fiction is "Making sure I invest in a shovel today."
With a turn of the key the freezing engine begins to roar and starts the early day commute. The radio blares Taylor Swift from the ride before. She turns on the radio, “Back up on the Ben Franklin Bridge. Tonight another snow storm making its way from the south. Accumulations about four to six inches.”
“Really?” she thought. “I have no time to get a shovel between all of my classes today.” Her Mini-Cooper didn’t completely warm up when she put the car in reverse and rushed to class. Her dad would be disappointed, he always said to let her car warm for ten minutes before she leaves.
Eight hours later, a planner filled with readings and blog homework she makes a pit stop at K-mart to buy a shovel. The aisles were filled with everything from pillows to snow brushes for the windshield. She walked to the service desk. “Excuse me do you have any snow shovels.” He looked at her like she had five heads. “We sold out two weeks ago.”
In a rush to get to dance practice on time she went to Big Lots. With no time to waste she asks the service desk the same question. “I am sorry sweetie we sold out yesterday, a man from the church bought thirty but there’s one child’s shovel left in the corner.” She grabbed the plastic shovel and went to the register. “Your total is $4.99.”