Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Six Sentence Stories - Transform

It is that time of the week when it is story time. Denise at Girlie on the Edge's Blog provides a little blue frog there for us to link to the blog hop, Six Sentence Stories - Transform. She will patiently wait until next Tuesday if participants need a little more time to create their stories. Hope to see the link to your story there, written in only six sentences, of course!


The small field was bordered by a woven wire fence on the south and two creeks, one running from south to north on the east side and the other streaming from the south on the west side eventually turning east and merging with the other creek.

Despite the fact that the land was foraged by cows and goats at times, it also was a place to explore and to find a shady place to play quietly by herself among the roots of cottonwood trees and the varieties of mosses covering rocks along the bank of the agate-filled creek.

There were plants to avoid, like poison oak, which caused delayed itching, inflammation and eyes swollen shut, and stinging nettles which brought an "Ouch" and an immediate reaction of welts that could last for several days.

Pokes on bare arms and legs were often felt from accidentally touching the pointed edges of Oregon grape leaves, the barbs on wild blackberry vines, the sharp tips of rush plants and the thorns of elm trees.

Garter snakes, an occasional trout, mussels, water skippers and even a river otter were creatures to observe, but she sometimes was able to entice a crawdad to grab hold of a small tree branch and bring it in from the depths of the creek if she moved slowly and quietly.

Although she was now often seen moving at a quiet unhurried pace, so much is different about the place of her childhood memories, it having been transformed into a park-like setting after the uncapping of the spring near the north side of the field turning the land into a beautiful pond.

12 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. Great six today.

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  2. That's a beautiful childhood to remember. Seeing a pond and park there would be lovely but not quite the same.

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    1. It looks very beautiful now, but the memories of how it was then are treasures.

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  3. Put me there is all you did with this Six!
    (lol and, I might say, a welcome relief from where I 'went' this week)

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    1. Now you have me curious. I've got to get over and read what you posted this week. I'm glad my Six was a welcome relief. :-)

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  4. Wow. I was so there that the end hurt.

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    1. I'm glad you felt you were there. Some endings do hurt.

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  5. I'm jealous of such a most excellent sounding (except for the snakes lol) "playground"!
    What a relief to hear that, while not the same, it is still a place of beauty.

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    1. It is a very pretty, manicured scene now, and has probably been a place where families have gathered for picnics and other outdoor outings.

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  6. The creek had trout and river otters? I remember playing Pooh-sticks, but don't ever remember seeing trout or river otters there. How much fun you must have had!

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    1. Another family member saw the river otter. There were not a lot of trout, but we did see some.
      You will have to fill me in on the meaning of Pooh-sticks sometime.

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