
9-17-10.
Please use the above prompt as inspiration for flash fiction, poetry or a scene of 500 words or less. Put the story here or post the link so we can read it. :o) Have fun.
God bless,
shadowlight
with God all things are possible
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You can find my little snippet here.
http://writers-voice.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?p=14575#14575
I asked him to guess which hand it was in. He'd say, "This hand," or "That hand." Then I'd drop the quarter in the hand he didn't pick and show him my empty hand. "Damn," he'd say, "I could'a sworn it was in that hand.
I don't how many quarters I won that way. Vinnie was easy, slow to catch on to things. He had trusting eyes, blue they were––soft blue, like a summer sky. His mouth made a little "o" whenever he saw something to marvel at. The rest of us would pass it by, whatever it was, but Vinnie would stop and point. "Look at that," he'd say, "look how the wind waves the wheat," or maybe it would be a funny cloud shaped like a camel or a ship under sail. We would never know it if Vinnie wasn't with us to make us see it.
Vinnie had a hard time tying his shoes, doing his homework and being a boy like the rest of us. He wanted to be––that much I know, and when I left school at he end of the day Vinnie got left behind. We'd pass by the window and look in. Vinnie would be in there alone, doing his sums or trying to copy the upper and lower case alphabet that the teacher wrote on the blackboard.
I'd reach in with both hands folded together and I'd say, "Which hand Vinnie––this one or that one?" His summer blue eyes would light up and he'd point to one hand or the other––and I'd show him the empty hand. "Damn," he'd say. "I could'a sworn."
Oh, Harry,this one touches a chord with me,since we have a special needs daughter. Her exceptionality is different than Vinnie's, but she has the same wonder and ability to make a person see something he or she might otherwise miss. I'm so glad you posted this. I enjoyed it very much and it reminded me of the gift I have in my daughter. Well done, my friend. Well done! (And welcome home!)
Harry,
What a beautiful piece. I really enjoyed it.
Thank you for sharing!
God Bless,
Tahlia
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