This week’s prompts are at the bottom. I wrote this haibun for practice. Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.
Ellen left home in the middle of the night. She was sixteen and she ran off with a boy she went to school with. His name was Sam, but everyone called him Sausalito. He was of average height; he had dark hair that hung in ringlets framing his face. Ellen thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. He thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her too. When Ellen came back she had been gone for 14 months. She said that she and Sam had been living inland, not far from the state line. I’d never seen her so skinny. She didn’t look well, but the baby she held in her arms looked healthy. She told me that his name was Sam and that he was my grandson. She said that she and Sausalito couldn’t take care of him anymore. She asked if I would. I reached out and took the child. Ellen turned and walked away without another word. I stepped out onto the stoop when she reached the street and watched her look over her shoulder as she ducked into an old black car; a fastback with tinted windows.
Like a thief, he stole
my baby, I hate him for
that. My daughter brought
me a perfect little man,
I’ll always love her for that.
This week’s prompts are:
- pointy toed
- What do you have against theatres?
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!