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Hub:
It was that fleeting moment of the day that cinematographers call “the magic hour.” The setting sun stretched out the shadows and the warm, hazy glow reflected off the wet streets. The fiery orange and pink sky glowed on the picture perfect horizon like a wake-up call capable of snapping you out of the relentless rushing in your mind. It was the kind of sunset that could stop you in your tracks, and if you were lucky, it would do exactly that. Finally, being alive in this present moment — and knowing it.
Me:
The clock seemed to stop so many years ago when Rose was just a girl. She was fifteen when her father died. They had posed for a street vendor on the boardwalk that last summer, and bought the snapshot for just a quarter. Today, she held the picture in her wrinkled hand, it still reflected everything she was then and knew herself to be now. The waves of time had softened her, but the sparkle was still there.
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The prompt did lend itself to the contemplative and metaphysical. Nicely written by both of you (as always). I love the prose you both have. Hub's images are strong, while your words stab straight to an emotion.
Halleujah! These are both great and neither of them is depressing.
pjd -thanks!
aw - funny girl! I guess the boy scouts did me some good. :-)
I love your sentiments here! Very nicely written, by both of you!!!
:-)
Your husband painted a brilliant picture of a sunset; a great sunset is one of the wonders of the world.
You encapsulated a woman's life in one paragraph and left me both knowing her and wanting to know more
I loved the description of the sunset: beautiful.
Yours made me at once sad for what she obviously had lost, but happy she had that snapshot with her in old age to remember.
I really liked both of the paragraphs. The prose was lovely. It would have been even lovelier if I weren't going senile and blind, and read Hub's "streets" as "sheets". Thus, I thought he was lying on wet sheets and looking at the sunset. And couldn't stop thinking, "They'll need to change the sheets, soon. Maybe he should stop appreciating the sunset before his mattress starts smelling." Then I was annoyed that he was thinking about the stupid sunset, when he should have been doing some post coital cuddling.
I've got problems.
I really liked both of the paragraphs. The prose was lovely. It would have been even lovelier if I weren't going senile and blind, and read Hub's "streets" as "sheets". Thus, I thought he was lying on wet sheets and looking at the sunset. And couldn't stop thinking, "They'll need to change the sheets, soon. Maybe he should stop appreciating the sunset before his mattress starts smelling." Then I was annoyed that he was thinking about the stupid sunset, when he should have been doing some post coital cuddling.
I've got problems.
Chris, pia & tc, Thank you!
Robin, Thanks! I think you need to go into Romantic comedy genre. :-)
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