Thursday, September 22, 2005

Memories of New Orleans

Memories of New Orleans


Mary reached into her back pack, felt her teddy bears' soft skin. She pulled him out to sleep with and stuck her back pack back in her bed.She remembered Granny singing to her and rocking her on her front porch...It was hard without Granny...


Granny had raised her. She was always around the house, reading to her or feeding her as she grew up.


Granny was so sweet to her...A tear rolled down her cheek...she could never talk to her again. Granny had passed away due to the heavy flooding of their neighborhood.Her daddy had gone to get her but he was too late....she sighed.


She tries to straighten up and look older.


She gripped the sheets tighter and a grimace formed on her face...she was mad..plain mad... why did Granny have to die? Daddy had said  he didn't know.


She thought of the man times she and Granny had gone downtown to have a cup of hot chocolate and a beignet ( a fried donut). Granny bought her nice books to color in and some to read. She took her to some parks with swings and a slide...


And she remembered all of that great fried chicken and grits that granny made...oh and craw fish! TO die for! she smiled...


She sighed. Images of Granny and Daddy rolled across her mind... what had the lady said? Where werer they going tomorrow?And when they got there how would she find her way home?...


. Mary though that if she could concentrate enough , then she could ask her Granny these questions..Maybe Granny would tell her...


She rolled her blanket up to her neck, squeezed her eyebrows together and tried to think...


 

5 comments:

sunnyside46 said...

what a great way to tell a story, just a little snippet of thought in a character's mind.
very touching and creative
Marti

princesssaurora said...

Very touching....beautiful pic.

Be well,
Dawn
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/CarpeDiem/
Poetry:
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/TouchofEmpathy/

sugar1337 said...

Sad story...

dreamingbrwneyes said...

Once again a child forced to grow up too soon. If only we could shelter them a little longer. Life is harsh enough, childhood should be much easier.

gaboatman said...

Natalie
This was a superb job of writing.  It is so sad, but compelling to read.  Very well done!
Sam