Lukeman Exercise 3| AJ Split River
Sercopia Syndrome
(Rough draft)
I'm so far behind because I didn't get my head out in time to learn the system. I just thought that I would throw this in for good measure and oh....I'm not sick in the head. This actually happened to a cute little girl I know. (Wife).
A dark haired girl cowers under the covers as a storm begins to rage outside. Still she is fascinated by the noise and light. She goes to her window and focuses on the street lamp lighting the dirt road. A large winged thing is fluttering around the in the light, seemingly excited by the storm. The girl is mesmerised. What bird would be flying around a light and in the middle of a storm? As she lay in bed and wondered, she noticed that sun-light was shining on her face. Morning had come, but when?Being young meant no responsibility. Only to mind your P’s and Q’s. Outside everything was washed fresh. Skipping over the lawn she decided to make herself dizzy by spinning in place, fell and giggled. Sat up to enjoy the effects. She looked around and noticed a fluttering, flopping thing dancing on the lawn by the lamp-pole. She squinted. It looked like an Autumn leave pushed about by the wind, but there was no wind. Not even a slight breeze. She skipped over to investigate.On the ground, shaking itself nervously was a large moth with slightly tattered wings. A beautiful thing that made her feel com-passion. She picked up gently and went for the house. How fun this would be. She found a shoe box left in the back shed, put in a bed of fresh grass and a bottle cap for water. She was content. And then the thought came to her; what if it were suffering? Nail polish remover, just in case. Days of care went on. The Little girl emotions began to bind with the creature from the storm. The day came when the thing was thrashing wildly to get out. It was dark now. The sun having gone to bed to leave the world to its own devices. Out she sprang through the screen door. She stood in the middle of the yard and gently lifted the lid and out sprang the insect fairy. Up in a flutter; it flew towards the street lamp that was holding back the night. Around and around it circled in joyous freedom. The girls stood there hugging herself. Maybe some day she would be a veterinarian!Lost in her thoughts and victory, she didn't notice the sound of large and heavy tires screaming and dusting the nearby road. The truck passed by and the moth and it shared the same space. The oblivious flier disintegrates into powder and juice. The night deepens on one small figure standing in the circle of lamp light, mouth agape, shoebox dangleing by one tiny finger.Note: Isn’t it just the way life is? Another Murphy’s law.
FINE’
Ayer James. Sept 23, 2007
(Rough draft)
I'm so far behind because I didn't get my head out in time to learn the system. I just thought that I would throw this in for good measure and oh....I'm not sick in the head. This actually happened to a cute little girl I know. (Wife).
A dark haired girl cowers under the covers as a storm begins to rage outside. Still she is fascinated by the noise and light. She goes to her window and focuses on the street lamp lighting the dirt road. A large winged thing is fluttering around the in the light, seemingly excited by the storm. The girl is mesmerised. What bird would be flying around a light and in the middle of a storm? As she lay in bed and wondered, she noticed that sun-light was shining on her face. Morning had come, but when?Being young meant no responsibility. Only to mind your P’s and Q’s. Outside everything was washed fresh. Skipping over the lawn she decided to make herself dizzy by spinning in place, fell and giggled. Sat up to enjoy the effects. She looked around and noticed a fluttering, flopping thing dancing on the lawn by the lamp-pole. She squinted. It looked like an Autumn leave pushed about by the wind, but there was no wind. Not even a slight breeze. She skipped over to investigate.On the ground, shaking itself nervously was a large moth with slightly tattered wings. A beautiful thing that made her feel com-passion. She picked up gently and went for the house. How fun this would be. She found a shoe box left in the back shed, put in a bed of fresh grass and a bottle cap for water. She was content. And then the thought came to her; what if it were suffering? Nail polish remover, just in case. Days of care went on. The Little girl emotions began to bind with the creature from the storm. The day came when the thing was thrashing wildly to get out. It was dark now. The sun having gone to bed to leave the world to its own devices. Out she sprang through the screen door. She stood in the middle of the yard and gently lifted the lid and out sprang the insect fairy. Up in a flutter; it flew towards the street lamp that was holding back the night. Around and around it circled in joyous freedom. The girls stood there hugging herself. Maybe some day she would be a veterinarian!Lost in her thoughts and victory, she didn't notice the sound of large and heavy tires screaming and dusting the nearby road. The truck passed by and the moth and it shared the same space. The oblivious flier disintegrates into powder and juice. The night deepens on one small figure standing in the circle of lamp light, mouth agape, shoebox dangleing by one tiny finger.Note: Isn’t it just the way life is? Another Murphy’s law.
FINE’
Ayer James. Sept 23, 2007
Labels: Dr. P, interesting thing introduction
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