Friday, September 21, 2012

Week in Seven Words #137

Two elderly wheelchair-bound ladies sit side by side in an elevator. One reaches over to the other, clasps her hand, and says, "Your hair is white." A pause, before the other replies, "I haven't been in the sun for so long." They lapse into silence.

Little girls in a ballet class, spinning, spinning, stumbling, one of them picking her nose as she twirls.

He wrinkles his nose at the pink frosting on the cupcakes. I tell him the color doesn't matter because once it's in his stomach it's going to look like the pizza he just ate.

Phone static swallows up most of what he's telling me. The only thing I can make out is his reference to I Love Lucy.

She's half-pixie, bangs her head on the table, smiles, clutches my hand, wants a co-conspirator in mischief and song.

Do any of them think of this as their safe place? It has a warren of bookshelves and desks, a lounge, a little room with computers, and no windows looking out onto the outside world.

A local train turns express, sweeping me off to a stop I didn't intend to go to.


naida said...

I like this set of words.
Enjoy your weekend.

Relyn Lawson said...


That one has me giggling. Yes. Just like a child. I have so many pickers in my class this year that you have made me picture each one of them.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Naida and Relyn; and Relyn, what's funny about the picking was that she was so utterly unselfconscious about it. Right there, in the middle of a twirl, her nose needed to be picked, so she picked it to her satisfaction.

Relyn Lawson said...

Let me tell you, it's a hard habit to break them of.