I am doing weekly writing prompts in my Christian Writers Guild group every Saturday. We have a week to write a short story or sentence about it. This was the prompt from last week:
Blair brushed a strand of thick red frizzy hair behind her pale freckled ear and gritted her teeth as she read and re-read the text from Jax. “I’m going to play soccer with my friends,” a bossy voice interrupted her. She looked up to see her sister, Sienna, standing with her hands in her denim jumper, knees scuffed up, and hair in a tizzy. Blair forced a smiled and nodded, and Sienna ran off before she could oppose.
A girl no older than Blair with long curly purple hair, combat boots, and oodles of bracelets sat down on the park bench next to her slumped over and pulled a book out of her black leather backpack. Blair intently watched the girl out of the corner of her eye as she tried to concentrate on her phone. The girl sat with her legs crossed as she read paying no attention to Blair. Blair scooted over on the bench and turned her body away from the strange girl hoping she wouldn’t try talking to her.
The girl closed her book and folded her hands on top of it then looked directly at Blair with a quivering smile. “My name is Cree,” she finally said extending her hand, “I see you come to this park often and I’ve wanted to talk to you, but you’re always on your phone.”
“You’ve wanted to talk to me?” Blair’s voice cracked as she turned and faced Cree noticing her watery blue eyes were red and puffy from crying “Why?” she asked scooting over and shaking Cree’s hand feeling guilty.
Cree looked out at the children playing on the playground and bit her lip, “your Sienna’s sister, correct?” she leaned over and placed her elbows on her legs then rested her head in her hands.
Blair slowly nodded her head and looked over at the field where her sister was, “I am. Why do you ask?” Blair put her phone in her purse and zipped it up.
“You’re blessed to have her; she’s a sweet kid. I lost my sister two weeks ago to cancer,” she replied looking down at her boots trying to hold back the tears.
“I’m so sorry about your sister, Cree!” Blair put her arm around her new friend and squeezed her still not knowing what this had to do with her, or her sister.
“The reason I wanted to talk to you was, well, your sister, Sienna and my sister, Ivy, hung out together at this playground. She adored your sister and frankly so do I, but I never got the chance to tell Sienna what happened to her friend.”
“Sienna talked about Ivy all the time! I hadn’t noticed that she stopped, I guess I was caught up in my own little world to notice what was going on around me.” Blair admitted ashamedly.
“Will you go with me to tell Sienna about Ivy? Please?” Cree pleaded, “my heart hurts for her, but I want her to know that she is with Jesus and pain-free now.” she continued wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
“That’s a nice thing to say,” Blair smiled at her, “I’m sure that will bring comfort to Si.”
Cree looked at Blair, “It’s not just something I am telling her to bring comfort. My sister was saved a year before she passed away. She repented and put her faith in Jesus Christ; He was the Lord of her life.”
“We don’t believe in that religious mumbo jumbo,” Blair boldly replied back, “and I’d rather you didn’t spout that junk off to my sister.” she harshly continued then stood up to find her sister.
**I would love for you to join my Facebook group called, Christian Writers Guild. It’s a place for LADIES ONLY to receive encouragement, feedback on their writing, and help. Whether you’re a new writer or published author I hope that you will find this group to be helpful. Please be sure to answer the three questions after you request to join.**
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