Last year my daughter Grace and I each got a
copy of this book. A wonderful way to practice writing. We choose a prompt,
write, then read them aloud. There's a link at the end of this post to Grace's
story. See how she responded to the prompt.
Prompt: Write
a story based on the title of your favorite song.
I’ve
missed you. It’s been a long time. Probably seems longer than it’s really been,
but long enough.
When
you left, it was supposed to be just for a while. A week. Two at the most. But
then things happened. There was a baby and your grandfather died. I understand
all that.
But
then it seemed you might not want to come home.
I
got called away, too. Then I was busy and didn’t think about the separation.
That’s what I’ve started calling it—the separation.
When
I get home now, the house seems empty. Like it’s been empty a long time. It
doesn’t smell like you anymore. Your minty Altoids, fresh brewed coffee, a hint
of tobacco smoke. Your deodorant.
Today
I went in to the office at the regular time, but couldn’t face coming home
again. Worked over. Stopped for a drink. Went to the movies. Late. Very late.
I
came home to a dark living room. Lights flickered toward the back of the
house. In the kitchen.
Candles.
And
flowers.
And
you singing, “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear…”
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