Introduction
I found this to be a challenge of light, sound and texture. I enjoy reading your blog and have received some great information about writing. I guess you could say that I am a raw talent. (My family and friends think so.) My field has been in dancing, teaching it and writing about technique. Prose is a new world to me, humbly I offer my efforts: WITNESS.
Your Submission
The adolescent mouth slobbered at Granny. The apron spun around her waist, arranged itself half-cocked as the cupboard threw out equipment.
A barren table released a wooden spoon that jumped into the bowls lumpy mess. Two swipes of the spoon the egg eyes disappeared.
Cinnamon apples hummed and swirled in a muted slurp of color.
Steam rose from iron jaws, hot bumpy teeth waited for comfort. The beaten vessel tipped, poured out in slow motion the batter. Gravity pulled it. Jaws clamped down. White liquid escaped with a slight sizzle and pooled around the teeth.
Adolescence witnessed the birth of a waffle.
Lessons Learned
- This wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I enjoyed trying my hand at "prose poetry". Thank you for this escape into the sub-conscious day planner called my mind.
- I've learned that I would like to try another . . .