Red Woolen Monologue
Once a drastic change occurs in an individual’s life, they often find it difficult to relocate or recreate their state and situation before the alteration, thus, repeatedly struggle with what presents them in substitution.
Red Woolen Misconceptions
I am numb. The shrieks from the small children bounding around like molecules in a heated solution cut through the air, and despite this joyous sound, I am numb. My child will never be able to make that sound. My hand instinctively moves to caress my now flat stomach, a habit developed over the past six months as it grew. I take the knitted red booties from my pocket and let them shelter my little fingers from the cutting wind that’s forcing the leaves from their home and to the ground of the park, where they lay forgotten.
The cool metal of the needles sooths me as I …show more content…
You might be able to find a home for them.”
I gesture to the crook of her right arm where the tiny body has molded itself to fit perfectly.
“Oh, thank you so much. That’s very generous of you.”
She becomes more flustered at being put on the spot and grasps the pair of shoes I have held out to her. With a slight smile from the corner of my mouth I turn to be the only person leaving the park alone.
I move the soap over my now large stomach as I let the soothing water run over my back. I envisage me dropping my son or daughter off at pre-school, watching as they run excitedly down the path. I think of them graduating high school, with Sean and I standing and applauding, being the proudest parents in the auditorium. No matter whom they decide to become, I will love them unconditionally.
With a thud the soap slips from my pruned fingers and slides next to my foot. I lean down to retrieve it but as I do something catches my eye. A line of vibrant red trails and extends down my leg resembling a line of wool. I go numb.
Word Count: 773
Reflection
Red Woolen Misconceptions
I am numb. The shrieks from the small children bounding around like molecules in a heated solution cut through the air, and despite this joyous sound, I am numb. My child will never be able to make that sound. My hand instinctively moves to caress my now flat stomach, a habit developed over the past six months as it grew. I take the knitted red booties from my pocket and let them shelter my little fingers from the cutting wind that’s forcing the leaves from their home and to the ground of the park, where they lay forgotten.
The cool metal of the needles sooths me as I …show more content…
You might be able to find a home for them.”
I gesture to the crook of her right arm where the tiny body has molded itself to fit perfectly.
“Oh, thank you so much. That’s very generous of you.”
She becomes more flustered at being put on the spot and grasps the pair of shoes I have held out to her. With a slight smile from the corner of my mouth I turn to be the only person leaving the park alone.
I move the soap over my now large stomach as I let the soothing water run over my back. I envisage me dropping my son or daughter off at pre-school, watching as they run excitedly down the path. I think of them graduating high school, with Sean and I standing and applauding, being the proudest parents in the auditorium. No matter whom they decide to become, I will love them unconditionally.
With a thud the soap slips from my pruned fingers and slides next to my foot. I lean down to retrieve it but as I do something catches my eye. A line of vibrant red trails and extends down my leg resembling a line of wool. I go numb.
Word Count: 773
Reflection