Monday, September 22, 2008
Guess the mood
The windows of the preschool are darkened. As the children slumber on their cozy cots, a neglected ball blows up against the sandbox. The sidewalks are lined with chalk outlines of the children who once occupied them. A crime scene without a victim. Rather than the squeals of childhood joy that fill the air earlier in any given afternoon, the playground is silent. A strong breeze rustles the dried leaves off the the orange fall trees. A bicycle is blown to the corner of the fence, banished away until the children awaken. A table and it's chairs have been tipped over, forgotten. The wind pushes invisible children on the swings as the metal link chains moan and creak with each motion. All is frozen, awaiting nap time's end.
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The place at which you watch seems to be lonely and forgoten. But then I read about how the playground awaits until nap time is over and picture the excitement of the children playing on the swings, with chalk, and riding the bike.
Very good depiction for a feeling of being alone. I felt like I was there with each description assigning a form of being lonely to each object.
I think the mood was feeling alone and maybe forgoten and I liked how you described it. :)
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