The One Act Play, "In From the Cold"

Originally published to Twitter & Facebook on December 8th, 2009 at around 6:40pm

You can read it as it appeared under the hashtag #infromthecold

"In From the Cold"

A woman was walking to market (People walking is very dramatic). However the woman didn't realize a storm was afoot.

The woman was climbing a steep hill (hills are steep when walking) and as she crested the hill the storm clouds closed in.

The clouds closed in quite quickly and the snow started falling.

As the snow dappled her face, the woman thought, "Oh, my, thankfully the market is near.

As the snow continued to fall she quickened her steps and when at the bottom of the hill, she joined the bustle of market.

The woman quickly purchased goods for dinner and just as quickly bustled out of the market, hoping to beat the snow.

Stepping up the hill she realized that the snow was quickly building and feared she would suffer the worst of the storm.

As she crested the hill once again she stepped to the side to let a fellow traveler pass. As she stepped, her food slipped.

"EEEK!" She cried as her goods went flying and her bottom landed square in a cushion of snow. The traveler reached to help.

Before the traveler could help her she began to slide down the hill, her skirts akimbo and her hands flailing as she shrieked.

As she gathered momentum down the hill her shriek turned into a laugh as fear turned to exhilaration.

As she slid to a stop at the bottom she lay, flush with excitement and made a snow angel, as she used to when little.

FIN.

The One Act Play, "Two Brothers"

Originally posted to Twitter/Facebook 12/11/09 between 2 and 3pm CST.

You can read it as it originally appeared on Twitter or Facebook under the hashtag #twobrothersplay

"Two Brothers"

Two brothers were bound not by blood, but by life and circumstance. Despite the bond between them, there was deep animosity.

These brothers of 7 years of age loved to battle their grievances with each other, often in the snow, as we find them today.

Facing off outside, each behind, imposing walls of ice symbolically separating them, stockpiles of snowballs at the ready.

They launched missiles at each other, unable to breach the walls of ice surely as they failed to breach their animosity.

This went on for hours, each unwilling to yield or leave the security of their forts for fear of a volley of snow missiles.

Yet as they sat, periodically pelting snowballs at each other, one brother felt a sadness over the chasm between.

His sadness deepened through the snowbound standoff as the brother more than anything wanted love and not hate between them.

The brother, laden with sadness decided to surrender, and as if possessed he stood up and left the solitude of his fort.

He expected a hail of snow and pain as he walked out, and his brother reared to seize the unexpected gift of his target.

As the brother reared to throw, he wondered at the ploy of the other, then he let the first one fly, missing his target.

He wound up to throw again, and then, something changed. Slowly he lowered his arm, dropping his snow missile.

They stood for a moment, staring across the gulf, then the other left his fort and walked to his brother, giving him a hug.

Their Mother (Guardian to the one) who had been watching from the window, saw them embrace and burst into tears of joy.

FIN.

Day 26

Title: Portrait a Day - Day 26

Size: 6"x9"

Media: Digital Photograph

Date: 12/11/2009

Day 25

(btw, I'm not angry, just exploring the emotion and expression!)

Title: Portrait a Day - Day 25

Size: 6"x9"

Media: Digital Photograph

Date: 12/10/2009