Poet Emily Dickenson says hope is the thing with feathers. To me, this doesn’t make sense, although I like Emily Dickenson’s work. Hope isn’t an object you hold in your hands. It’s a feeling. During uncertain times, it’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Being a poet, I say hope is armor against despair.
Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above reflection with her six-sentence prompt for this week, in which the given word is “armor.” I also incorporated a prompt from Writing Works Wonders into the above piece. You can check out their prompts, podcast, and more here. To participate in this week’s blog hop and read other bloggers’ six-sentence creations, click this link.
Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor.
Independently published with the help of DLD Books.
Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.
After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.
Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.
Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?