Good nearly afternoon,
A couple days ago you received a challenge to make forays into the world of description. This was a good exercise for me and one I intend to continue into the future. It has been both an opportunity to improve my writing and skills of observation. Below I’ll share a few examples from my play this past week, and as always I invite you to share some of your own in the comments. These range from short to long, and from strictly descriptive to the beginnings of story. The objects of observation are not limited to things, but also people and their actions. Some are quite literal and some are drawn from hints at possibility in reality. I hope you enjoy!
These weren’t the traditional umbrellas he was used to. For one, they were square. The canvas was pulled tight across the frame with exception to flaps that hung loosely on each of its four sides to play in the wind. He wondered if they had any other purpose than the proud display of the company logo. ‘STARBUCKS COFFEE’. Laying claim to their property and advertising all at one go. It was rather impressive. The metal under frame was sturdy and heavy which was ideal in the winds that frequented this region. It was a fairly nice connection between form and function, but as he sat blinking into the light that had crept across his table he thought, “I could improve this design.”
She gathered her phone and her lighter and left with only a quick word of farewell. He sat then, staring off into another direction. His sustenance the coffee he still drank. He never set it down. It never left his hand. Always ready for a drink. In his other hand, the smartphone that connected him to the outside world. He two fisted caffeine and technology. It was a strangely accurate depiction of society.
A copse of trees that will not grow. Artificial, manufactured, and mounted on wheels for easy movement to be placed wherever the mind of man wishes them. Roots aren’t necessary. Always be ready to move, especially on the hardened ground. Sealed ground is more like it. Stone stacked upon stone without a single crack for real life to sprout up. Protection from attachment. Easy to sweep up. Easy to clean and purge of anything that is undesirable. Easy to change. Simply make it what you want it. What a fitting nature for mankind as he is. It is the new forest of the concrete jungle. Real wood an occasional homage to our past, albeit it’s dead. There is little room for life here, and there is great confusion where the great beauty and change of the living has been traded for the insubstantiality and convenience of the dead.
She was dancing with him. At least in the sense of a loose connection between hands and body. But it wasn’t really him that she was dancing with. Her eyes were fixed on the instructor who stood in the middle of the floor. This would not have been a problem if it weren’t for her partner. Since she was not dancing with him, a fact he was blissfully unaware of, he sought to lead her as if she were and their bodies became twisted into something uncomfortable and unnatural. It was only at this point that the poor guy realized that something was wrong.
He sat looking out of the coffee shop window, caught between two worlds. One was the world going by out on the streets. The other was the world reflected in that same window. It was an almost voyeuristic perspective existing behind and around him. It was hard not to be distracted by the less substantial glimmers of the patrons and barista. Especially when it afforded him a view of the barista as she leaned over the rear counter. He knew he shouldn’t, but his eyes lingered on her pleasant curves. He let out a sigh as he finally looked past the reflection hoping to free himself and see what lay past the looking glass. There another woman looked straight at him. The familiar face quirked a little smile and waved at the man who, to her mind, had been staring off into space like an idiot. This time, he thought, that was probably a preferable interpretation. He waved her in. That night was a beginning for them and a story that would be told later among friends. That night had cemented her so fully in his heart that he would never look back again. She was the girl in the window, and she had become the only girl in his heart.