A Gift of Serendipity... Take Felicity's Word of the Week. Write it at the top of your page. Set your timer for 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after the Word of the Week. Stop writing when the buzzer rings.
Felicity's Word of the Week is...
A state of vexation caused by a perceived slight or indignity; a feeling of wounded pride.tr.v. piqued, piqu·ing, piques
1. To cause to feel resentment or indignation.
2. To provoke; arouse: The portrait piqued her curiosity.
3. To pride (oneself): He piqued himself on his stylish attire.
Enjoy! Try to have fun. You don't need to focus on the meaning of the word too much. No matter what you write, the point is to Get Writing and link your piece up to the linky below. Don't forget to say hi to Felicity and thank her for her gift...
The hot autumn sun beat down on Jack's face as he set up the easel. Sarah had smiled when he left, but the smile was tight and lack lustre. Too many hours away from the house painting, and Charlie was being a little bugger these days, hanging out late with his friends and moping about when he's home. I've got to make this just a quick sketch today and get home so she doesn't have to with the lad on her own.
In the moment he was thinking those thoughts, Jack's determination was quite real, within five minutes of sketching, the impression of the thoughts would not have been found under a microscope. Sketching and painting had that effect on Jack, it swallowed him whole and erased any concept of time and space, there was just creation.
Jack's eyes saw everything and saw nothing at the same time, it was as if the sights bypassed his mind and went straight to his hands. Often he didn't see the thing he was reproducing until it was on the canvas.
It was in this way he first saw Svava; as her delicate and pale features came to life on the canvas. Her golden hair, tinged with copper, lay like a plaited cable over her left shoulder. Her large sky-blue eyes fixed on his face. He hadn't noticed her when he first arrived and as his eyes flicked up to properly see the original version, he was surprise to find no one.
His hands continued to move over the canvas and she was still there, wearing a long dress in a mossy green fabric with intricate and colour embroidery along the hem. Now she seemed to be getting up to leave.
'No, stay.' he murmured, not wanting to frighten her. For a moment she froze in place and then she was gone. Gone from his hands and gone from the rock as his looked up.
Jack rubbed his face with the back of his hand, the sun was much lower in the sky than he'd realised. Sarah's strained smile would be a frown by now. Quickly he gathered his brushes and paints and folded the easel under his arm. He took one last look at the girl on the canvas and knew he'd be back up here tomorrow, even though Sarah needed him.
As people seemed to enjoy the story of Svava last week, I thought I'd look at the same scene from Jack's point of view this week - and piqued was the perfect would to enable me! I did go over 5 minutes again today, so the dashes represent the 5 minute mark-ish (I lost track of time, oops). Looking forward to reading everyone else's pieces!