November 9, 2004

• Here are a couple paragraphs from my Nanowrimo project:

  
  

  
  

  Once they got over the bridge the trail became sand.  The trees were ancient looking and of a variety the women had never seen.  A brightly colored butterfly seemed to be following them, fluttering out of a large, flowering bush.   As they stood there watching it, they heard a rustling beneath the bush.  Some sort of reptile scurried past their feet.  Janis screamed and jumped back.  “Mom, you’re such a pussy.”  Janine was laughing at the two of them, thinking back to a time when Jade was very young.  They had taken her for a walk in the Arboretum one Saturday, when Jim had been called into the office.  Janine got to go in his place.  Janis had made a special lunch of fried chicken and potato salad.  Janine brought her brownies.  After the walk they all sat down in the sunshine, cross-legged on the quilt.  The hillside above the oak trees was the perfect place for a picnic. 

  
  

   

  
  

  These woods weren’t tropical but they weren’t anything like the forest back home.  The bushes were lacey and the trees graceful.  It was a delicate forest.  The three of them wandered through the filtered sunlight, working their way toward the sound of the ocean.  Finally reaching  the end of the trail,  they were met with a lookout the park had built out over the ocean.  It was a beautiful wooden gazebo with built-in benches.  Leaning over the edge of the railing, peering down across the sand, they could see for miles both ways.  There was all of one person on the beach, picking up something she saw in the sand. It was a beautiful sunny day but feeling a little chilly from the wind, and not wanting to miss their guide, they headed back, hoping the grumpy man with the golf cart would be there waiting.  As they started back Janine joked, “Remember, now, no boarding the cart until he’s turned around.”  The giggling threesome  trooped back, happy with their adventure.

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