On a recent post, I challenged my readers to jointly write a short story. I simply wrote the first sentence and then many of you continued with another. When I wrote the first sentence to the story, I did in fact have someone in mind. I thought of Sal, a neighborhood homeless man who was well known and well liked in my middle class neighborhood. He lived in the woods, bathed at a neighbor's house, traveled with his dog everywhere and sat on the bench in front of the neighborhood supermarket and smoked a cigarette. I never heard him speak or ask for a thing.
One afternoon I arrived at the supermarket and glanced over at the bench. Sal wasn't there. Instead, flowers, candles and numerous posters and photos of Sal and his beloved dog decorated the corner where he once sat. Sal was dead and the dog needed a new owner. For a few minutes I stood there and I cried as strangers walked by and stared at the silly woman who could not control her emotions. For days, I could not stop thinking about him. I don't know what it was about this man that had so touched my heart.
You may never have met Sal but as I read some of your sentences, I could not help but chuckle at the similarities. Coincidence perhaps......
Sal's Story
Every afternoon, the man sat quietly on the bench in front of the grocery story.
One afternoon I arrived at the supermarket and glanced over at the bench. Sal wasn't there. Instead, flowers, candles and numerous posters and photos of Sal and his beloved dog decorated the corner where he once sat. Sal was dead and the dog needed a new owner. For a few minutes I stood there and I cried as strangers walked by and stared at the silly woman who could not control her emotions. For days, I could not stop thinking about him. I don't know what it was about this man that had so touched my heart.
You may never have met Sal but as I read some of your sentences, I could not help but chuckle at the similarities. Coincidence perhaps......
Sal's Story
Every afternoon, the man sat quietly on the bench in front of the grocery story.
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His loyal dog Leo always comes with him; it is his only matey.
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He carried within him the memories of all of the people he loved.
Thank you to all the participants
ga.farmwoman
Theresa
Delilah
iWalk
Mountain Woman
Matt
Azure Islands Designs
http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/
"Annie"
Patricia
Ray Gratzner
jakill
PaulsHealthblog.com
Lucky Girl
ga.farmwoman
Theresa
Delilah
iWalk
Mountain Woman
Matt
Azure Islands Designs
http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/
"Annie"
Patricia
Ray Gratzner
jakill
PaulsHealthblog.com
Lucky Girl
Wow, what a touching story! I have seen people like that before, too, and you can't help but to start to feel a certain attachment to them when you know that every time you go there you will see that person. Then one day they are no longer there and you feel like you have lost something.
ReplyDeleteI loved the story. That is such a fun exercise to do. You never know where the story will go because you never know who will play along, and what they will bring to the story. Terrific post!!
I often wonder what makes people live like Sal...what did or didn't happen in their life...sad!!!
ReplyDeleteThe writing collaboration was a great idea...an interesting combination of sentences...turned out well!!!
I enjoyed participating...
Cheers
Oh, So the story went on the way I can't believe! What a magic game!
ReplyDeleteI am love this game! And glad that I can be here with these friends!
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Wow - love the story... amazing how one evolved through contributions. I'm going to try this with my students.
ReplyDelete(I'm sad about Sal)