tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post5058639521515950597..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Finding the right point of view, part 2 Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-26152360051386767062013-11-05T18:40:41.459-05:002013-11-05T18:40:41.459-05:00Had to run before I could post! MIssed the next d...Had to run before I could post! MIssed the next day though, but maybe I'll continue to part 3 at some point...Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-57905597390522389452013-11-05T18:39:49.546-05:002013-11-05T18:39:49.546-05:00...continued...
The dirt tingled against her fing......continued...<br /><br />The dirt tingled against her fingers. Reesa had been using some kind of magic. Something for the solstice show? Whatever had she meant about the point of view?<br /><br />Telia looked both ways, not wanting to be caught out like Reesa had been, then touched her chin to the path, looking out where she thought she remembered Reesa doing so. She was looking out towards the pond, but the water was not visible from so low. The flower beds beside the path filled the bottom half of her field of view, and a large leafy plant behind arced over the top, making a sort of arched portal. In between was the trunk of something reasonably distant, and, beyond that, the far side of the pond. She crawled forward until she thought the trunk would be out of the way, and put her chin on the ground again.<br /><br />Now the arch revealed the gazebo on the pond’s edge. Telia sat up and placed her chin on her knees in her thinking pose. If you could see the gazebo from here, someone in the gazebo could see here – as a little spot of ground under the leaves of a plant.<br />Annenoreply@blogger.com