Five Card Story: the journey to playfulness and creativity

stories: prev | random | next

a Five Card Flickr story by evelyn d . created Feb 27 2014, 04:05:02 am. Create a new one!

flickr photo credits: (1) Serenae (2) Serenae (3) cogdogblog (4) Intrepidteacher (5) Serenae

about this story

The road had become dry and stony and all vegetation had vanished from the hills that seemed to close in around the lonely traveller. would the road ever arrive somewhere? or was her destiny to endlessly travel and never arrive? Certainly the stories in her head were alarmingly repetitive and increasingly familiar. how did life become so apparetnly barren and predictable ?

and then! there it was. finally! just beyond the last dusty stretch of dry gravel was the sea. it was a heartrendingly tender blue with an infinite expanse of liquid possibilities. She sat, arms resting on her knees, and her eyes took in the way the waves endlessly moved yet never came to rest. how strange that on the road she could no longer bear such impermanence and yet here it was like food for a hungry soul.

She turned and her eyes fell upon a large filing cabinet that had inexplicably been washed ashore and lay askance on the stones. it was battered and dented and one drawer had a star on it. what could be in it? Despite a rumbling hungry tummy and sore skin on the bottom of her feet, she stumbled over and pulled the drawer open. In it was a book. 'Of mice and men'!

She lay on her back in the sunlight and began to laugh,' what a strange title! was she a mouse or a man?'. the more she laughed, the softer she felt and the waves crashed on the foreshore and the birds soared overhead , calling and crying out to her. Mouse or Man? Stony roads or open seas? old stories or new stories?

suddenly in her imagination she was back at Hawksworth, clad in warm gloves and a wooly hat, with her friend Rebecca laughing beside her. they were doing a crazy live dance routine making up the words for a song about taking life by the horns and being risk-taking daredevils for whom nothing was impossible. She laughed again, stood up and stared around. The world whirled and spirals of light eddied aroudn her. The stony road was gone, the beach was gone, the filing cabinet was gone.

She was in a room with a group of women friends, creating colour and beauty and life with words, music and fabric.In front of her lay a mat woven with waaving roads, arching waves and delicate bird wings. she sighed with relief. this was the story she wanted to tell. And live.

share this story

permalink to story:

Copy/Paste Story

Click once to select, then copy and paste HTML to your own blog/website.

create a different story from these same cards

Do you have another interpretation of the story behind these pictures? Add it to the collection as a new story!

flickr photo credits: (1) Serenae (2) Serenae (3) cogdogblog (4) Intrepidteacher (5) Serenae

For security purposes, please enter the correct words matching the images (blame the spammers):

stories: prev | random | next