This post continues THE CAROUSEL. This is a response to the challenge posted by SAM for Bloggy Moms Writers’ Workshop for this week – “This week’s prompt is to write what you DON’T know. Add a scene to a work in progress that requires you to do a little research. Write a story from a different genre than you are comfortable with. Step outside your comfort zone, think outside the box, and write something new. And since I know we are all busy, let’s keep it simple with no more than 700 words.”
When I started the story, I only wanted to respond to a prompt. I did not think much about the setting, or the characters or the events. But then, I got curious about the story itself and wanted to continue. However, I found that I could not do that without having a tangible, if that is the proper word, for the place that was described in the story. In the end, I went back to my roots, remembering that in the Philippines, there is this beautiful island in the middle of nowhere. That served as the inspiration, except that in the story, it is a garbage island.
I am also linking with Trifecta whose challenge word this week is ALLEY -3: a narrow street; especially : a thoroughfare through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of lots or buildings. The word somehow fitted with my plan for the next chapter (I hope that the use meets the criteria though).
Head on over their pages for great stories. 🙂
Here is Part – 2.
Old man and boy stared into each others’ eyes for what may have been eternity; the wise knowing eyes against those that saw beauty for the first time; the former seeing loneliness and longing waking into the want and poverty around him. Old eyes blinked.
“You may keep it. For now.”
“Don’t tell anyone about the ca… your find.” Abuelo added though he knew he did not have to.
“Bandar might know, Abuelo.” He whispered.
The old man sat motionless for a moment. Lifting himself on one knee, he pushed open the window above his head. Light came in and illuminated the surprisingly clean room. Crates and boxes containing scraps found from the dump – materials for Abuelo’s varied projects or things stored just-in-case – lined the rough stone wall.
He looked into sacks and boxes, searching for something. Finally, from one of the covered boxes in the bottom of the pile, Abuelo retrieved an oil lamp with a metal base.
“Take this …” he said, handing the lamp to Darion, “…and give me that … toy.”
Darion’s arms closed upon his treasure as he looked at the old man, distrust and confusion in his eyes. Abuelo turned around and lifted a wooden plank from the floor, revealing a recess where some boxes were. Abuelo moved a box and dug a little pit. “It will be safe here.” He said. Darion slid towards the hole, deposited the carousel into it, and covered it with dirt.
As soon as the floor was in place, excited voices wafted into the room. Darion and Abuelo peered out of the window and saw Bandar with some children coming down an alley between the huts and garbage hills.
“I saw it. You didn’t!” Bandar said, his voice rising above the cacophony of doubting voices.
“Who would throw anything as pretty as you claimed, HA?”
Abuelo ducked away from the window.
“Pick up the lamp, Darion.” He said.
(Please click here for PART 3)