Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Writing by Candlelight

The light sputtered in the cramped attic room, throwing ominous shadows in the confining space.  Cindy prayed that the candle lasted just a few minutes longer; she was determined to finish her creative writing assignment for school.  She shoved a few of the old cups and desk detritus out of the way with her elbows and put her face close to the paper. 

Her stepmother had made her move up here when her father died; she said that Cindy reminded her too much of her dead husband and she couldn't bear it.  Cindy was allowed to take a few small items with her, such as her journal and a photograph of her father.  The rest was boxed up and shoved into the darkest corner of the attic with most of her father's belongings.  There was barely room for the cot and an old table.  Cindy's old room became a sewing room, so that her stepmother and her two daughters could have the finest dresses, all meticulously crafted by the room's former occupant.

Her stepmother refused to allow anyone to visit Cindy at home, but she could not refuse to allow her to attend public school.  The truancy officer was very clear on the topic of attendance, and Cindy was forever grateful.  It was the only time she felt like nothing in her life had changed.  Her father was still alive, her mother was at home taking care of the house, and the family home was filled with laughter.  She lived for those moments in her creative writing class, where she could feel their loving arms around her as she weaved stories around them, wrapping them close to her heart.

She sighed heavily, her pen at the ready, and waited for an spark to flicker in her mind.






The prompt is the third definition of the word 'Light'. 



less verbose half of the prompt: an image.
image courtesy of liam_101 (via Flickr Creative Commons)
image courtesy of liam_101 (via Flickr Creative Commons)

13 comments:

  1. This story is even more sickening told in a modern context. This was perfectly paced and quietly sad, really lovely.

    Teeny tiny typo: an spark--a spark.

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  2. I agree with Whispatory, this is a timeless story no matter what the date. Well done.

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  3. Well, she'll always have good writing material at least. :( Poor thing. A great retelling of an old favorite. Thanks for linking up. Don't forget to come back to vote.

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  4. nice re-telling... I loved Cinderella as a kid ... And you just said a very nice story about her with such a nice hope ... !

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  5. Love this! Fabulous take on Cinderella. And bonus points for using the word detritus! :)

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  6. Cindy struggles to adapt to her situation. No mice, no dogs to save her, only her creative writing.

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  7. I loved your modern telling of this classic too! And once again, writing comes to the rescue in helping us escape real life and hang on to our sanity too! Well done!

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  8. That last line is so good, so damn good. Great piece, T

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  9. A modern take on Cinderella? It's very good. (:

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  10. loved the modern take! good job =)

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  11. Bringing Cindy up to date! Nice metaphor for whatever way we would prefer things to be, too.

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  12. I love modernizing classic fairy tales! Would love to hear more about Cindy...

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