My First Attempt at a Picture Story…
Decided to do some free writing to some pictures I found on Flickr today, mainly this morning, and have written up one of my ideas this evening. Here’s a link to the picture, which is not mine, but it is extremely beautiful!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanessahernandez/5927008646/
And here is what I wrote! A short 600 word piece, nothing special. Just testing the water and getting back into writing properly. All comments and help much appreciated.
“Hey, that’s the road isn’t it?”
I looked up from the map to see the road we had been searching for roll into view. It was a beautiful little terraced lane; all of the houses appeared to meld into one, each one only individualised by the bright and colourful gardens at the front of each house.
“Yes! That’s it!”
“Ah… a flaw in our plan,” he pointed up to a sign that made my heart sink, “no parking.”
I sighed and put my head in my hands. We were never going to make it in time. The car had slowed to a crawl while Ed looked around the area for a place to park. He put a hand on my back and rubbed it in slow circles.
“Heyyy… chill out. We’ll be there in a matter of minutes. Just need to find a parking spot. There’s got to be one here somewhere…” he turned a corner and found a little cul de sac with plenty of spaces on the pavement. I looked up and turned to Ed, feeling relieved.
“Told you so.” He winked at me cheekily. I smiled back and hit him with the map.
Leaving the car, we turned back on ourselves to walk to the terraced road we had sought to find. The houses all looked well kept, the gardens immaculate and well decorated with a wide variety of interesting flowers and garden ornaments.
“Which one is it?”
“Emma said it’s the one with the green door.” I scanned the street, noticing a few green doors, all coloured different shades of green. “Next to the one with the yellow door. Oh, and with lavender, lots and lots of lavender.”
Ed grinned at me. He could tell I was getting quite excited. He reached for my hand and squeezed it tight. He ruffled my hair playfully and stopped me just outside the right house. He held my face between his hands and leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. I smiled and began to giggle. Ed was never usually this romantic. He put his forehead on mine and mouthed “I love you” and stroked my cheek.
Despite being excited I was nervous too, I’d never been here before. I had no idea what to expect, no idea what was going to happen. Ed’s gesture had made me slightly more nervous too; he was never usually like this. I wondered if he knew something I didn’t, if he was holding back. My giggles disintegrated and I took Ed’s hand again. He looked away and let me lead him up the garden path towards the house.
Emma was right. There were lots of lavender, all planted along the right hand side of the path. It had grown so wild that the flowers extended their reach into the path, so much so that they stroked my bare legs as we walked up the path. Ed walked behind me, his arm reaching forward so that he could hold my hand. Our fingers were loosely interlocked, somewhere between barely touching and holding on for dear life.
The purple flowers waved in the small breeze, swaying back and forth with each other, almost appearing as one unit, like a dance chorus. I did not dare look down for fear that they would stop under the scrutiny of being watched. When we reached the door, I grasped Ed’s hand tighter than ever before. He squeezed back as I look the letterbox door knocker into my hand and pulled it back. It hit the door with a resounding thud which echoed in my head for the longest time.
