Trouble in Blogger-Land again. When I click on any Saturday Centus button, it will only make me to last week's meme. I finally backed into this week's through another blog, so I'm posting last week's little story here. Hope you enjoy it.
Jenny's prompt for Saturday Centus last week is this a photo.
I know it's Monday morning, but I worked all weekend. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. Most of you know how Saturday Centus works, but in case you are new, click on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar to learn all about it. There you will find the other entries and links to Jenny's other blogs. Here is my offering, which happens to be a true story:
The contrast of green leaves hanging over the porch and gray unpainted wood was startling. Grass smelled sweet, was soft under my bare feet as I approached the rickety porch. I stepped onto the groaning platform, the vision of my grandmother’s washing machine emerging.
I could see myself, at five, fishing a sock from the water and feeding it into the wringer, my arm following up to my arm pit as my feet left the floor.
Screams brought Lizzie lumbering from the clothesline, and she unhinged the ringer, freeing my bruised but unbroken arm.
“Child, you’ll never learn, will you?”
4 comments:
PS. Loved your title.
An image like this is always hauntingly provocative. It makes you wonder about its past and the people who once lived here.
Oh my gosh, this is quite a story. Very well told and in such a few words too. You really can write and I too liked your title.
This feels so true! Did this really happen?
I had a few close calls with the mangle myself!
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