Construct a story from A to Z! I thought.
It will be fun! I thought.
Use your son’s ALPHABLOCK book to make it easy on yourself!
These, ladies and gentlemen, turned out to be outrageous lies! I am writing ONE story with TWENTY-SIX separate prompts! So far I have a small child lost in a carnival and a woman that’s turning into a sticky mess making no progress in finding said child. Is this a comedy? A thriller? A dramatic tale of bad parenting gone awry? I. DON’T. KNOW. YET.
And, I’m sorry, but today’s prompt hasn’t brought me much closer to any kind of closure. The prompt did not give me lemons for me L, it went straight to the lemonade, so here comes your next installment to this story:
I smelled the lemonade before it hit me.
Here’s our story (*under construction*) so far:
I saw an apple to my left and I wondered if Snow White could taste the danger in her fateful bite. The balloons that surrounded the entrance and the table of the carnival did nothing to relieve my feelings of other-worldliness. I carried my tray of cookies to the PTA’s donor table and tried to escape before Mrs. Jameson could spot me.
“No bye-bye dog!” my daughter cried.
“Dog is an elephant, baby,” I said, unable to ignore this teachable moment.Dani was only two years old and still had issues with the animal kingdom – frogs were fish, birds were “eh-planes,” cats were bears, and her beloved Dumbo stuffed animal was, of course, a dog. She let go of my hand and ran, screaming, toward the “garden of fears” assembled by the high school theater group. I felt the heartbeat hammer of panic as she disappeared through crowds of distracted teens. I plowed through after her feeling the cold shock of an ice cream shake bursting out of the its flimsy carnival cup, showering its owner and me. At once I was a frantic juggler palming the straw and lid, paper cup, gobs of chilly chocolate goo, and insincere apologies to the poor girl who I just trashed. A kite came out of the sky onto my head. I smelled the lemonade before it hit me.
If you are new to this blog, or finding this post disjointed from the rest of the challenge I have taken on this month, you may be (understandably) curious about what the heck I am doing here. The explanation of the challenge and the prompt I am using can be found in my theme reveal post. Check it out, and follow the links in that post to visit some other fascinating blogs that have taken on this month’s a to z challenge!
I welcome all kinds of constructive critique! Please keep in mind this is a first draft, so I’m looking for input as I will be jumping into edits and rewrites as soon as the month is through. If you want to wait until the end of the month to see the whole story before critiquing, that’s fine too.
We are almost at the halfway point of the story (tomorrow is sentence 13 out of 26). Do you think it is right for me to feel slightly freaked out that the protagonist has gotten stuck in this crowd without any forward momentum?