WEEK – 8
Prompt for week : 22nd September – 27th September
Exercise: In 500 words or less, create the first scene of a story, novel, or creative non-fiction essay. Let fire play a significant part in that opening, and show its effect on the characters.
Your scene will be an opening; make sure it will leave readers anxious to know what happens next in your creation.
Hope to read some good scenes. 🙂
Here is my take on the prompt…
Diwali – Festival of lights
Amul regained consciousness and looked around. She was being loaded into the ambulance. She saw her mother weeping, stuffing her mouth with the pallu of her sari.
Amul closed her eyes and tried to think of what happened. Fleeting flashes appeared… sweets… fire… crackers… diwali… boy with green eyes… gate… rockets… Sami jumping clapping…
Oh! diwali – the festival of lights. There are celebrations, grandeur, diyas on the compound wall and firecrackers. The rockets are her favorite.
Slowly a steady image of their living room burning emerged.
Did I do that?
She heard her mother’s sobs amidst her father’s consolations.
“She’ll be fine,” he said.
“I warned them not to play with firecrackers without us around… She never listens,” she said.
So, it is my fault, thought Amul.
Amul began to look for a way out of her responsibility for the damage and her injuries.
“Everything was fine until yesterday night. Today everything is destroyed,” mom sniffed between her snivels.
Yeah, I remember going to bed thinking about November, my favorite. Both diwali and my birthday are in the same month.
In the afternoon, mom spread the firecrackers on a mat to dry. They had to be rid of their moisture to burn well.
Amul was parading the circumference of the mat with her hands clasped behind.
Samurai tagging behind asked, “Di, are the crackers dry? Can we burn some right now?”
“No not until tonight. You want a caning from mom?”
“Di, Mom only says things but never canes.”
Her brother’s reasoning gave her confidence. Her imagination took flight.
She said, “Okay we’ll burn some rockets, but don’t tell mom.”
“Mother promise,” he said pinching skin on his neck. Close to the guava tree, they arranged the paraphernalia for the launch,.
She took three rockets, placed them in the large empty coke-bottle and lit the rockets all at once. Sami jumped, clapping with excitement.
Then all she remembered was rockets flying upwards and taking a 180 degree plunge and heading toward the pile of clothes in the living room. The clothes on the couch caught fire.
Amul heard a roaring, aberrant laugh and looked around.
She saw a boy with green eyes at the gate. He laughed and the fire picked up strength. Louder the laugh, mightier the fire. The room was ablaze in minutes.
She remembered the awkward gimmick his eyes performed. It made the rockets change direction.
Who is he? Why did he do that? Should I tell mom? Will she believe?