Challenge
Challenge of the Month XLI
Begin a story or poem about your first memory, but write it in the style of a Tarantino or Charlie Kaufman screenplay. Where it goes from there, use any style you want. Open the belly, bleed on the page. Winner gets 100 big ones. Go.
Daunting steps
My world shifted that day,
I felt alone.
My position irrevocably changed.
Before my memory, all I remember were feelings.
Feelings of protection, comfort and attention.
My mother was missing that morning,
my father dressed me up and left me at a building.
My first step of evolving.
Where are you going dad?
I saw my great aunt there, among the sea of unknown faces.
Her smile seemingly saccharine while I, horrified.
Shrieks, miniature hands,
play acting calm voices -You're not my mother!
I saw a kaleidoscope of colours
through my tear bubbles,
always full to the brim.
Where was I?
I was at pre-school.