The Purple Envelope
February 5th 2008 04:26
While we are on the subject of writing exercises Handed a piece of paper with the words "Purple Envelope" in the class for short stories. Again twenty minutes for a story.
Yeah, it sounds silly and the chances of a master piece are slim. But, as a workout for your imagination it does what it is meant to do.
Give it a try with the words "Purple Envelope" You have twenty minutes.
The Purple Envelope
As I stood there watching as Sara walked down the isle on the arm
of her father I knew I had made the best decision of my life. Her father gave
me her hand and stood to one side as we faced the preacher. I have been
assured that I made all the correct responses, even getting the ``I do'' out
on the first attempt. There was the reception, the telegrams and speeches and
all the rest. But for all the pomp and carry on, of that our wedding day, the
only clear memory I have is of my new brides face and the joy of life shining
in her eyes.
We spent the next two weeks at a ski lodge in Idaho doing what
newlyweds do. We even went out in the snow a couple of times.
The only down side was that when we got home it appeared that we
had had a break in. As far as we could tell nothing was taken but it was still
bad feeling to know that someone had been in our home.
In the next five years we had five children. At this time we
bought a larger house. As I was dismantling the bed for the move to our new
home I found a purple envelope stapled to the under side of it. I pulled the
staples out and opened the envelope. Inside was a silver disk about
seventy-five mm across. It was a master piece of the engravers art. In the
center was a hexagram of intricate design with superb detail. Around the
outside of the hexagram was engraved ``To my friend, may you prosper''.
Old man Bercht, one of the best engravers that ever lived, had died the year before. His daughter, Sara, had won gold
for the marathon at two consecutive Olympics. I carefully replaced the silver
disk in the purple envelope and put it in my pocket. In the end we bought a
new bed for the new house and while I was putting it together I stapled the
purple envelope to the underside. We had four more children. We prospered.
Was it cheating? I don't know.
Yeah, it sounds silly and the chances of a master piece are slim. But, as a workout for your imagination it does what it is meant to do.
Give it a try with the words "Purple Envelope" You have twenty minutes.
The Purple Envelope
As I stood there watching as Sara walked down the isle on the arm
of her father I knew I had made the best decision of my life. Her father gave
me her hand and stood to one side as we faced the preacher. I have been
assured that I made all the correct responses, even getting the ``I do'' out
on the first attempt. There was the reception, the telegrams and speeches and
all the rest. But for all the pomp and carry on, of that our wedding day, the
only clear memory I have is of my new brides face and the joy of life shining
in her eyes.
We spent the next two weeks at a ski lodge in Idaho doing what
newlyweds do. We even went out in the snow a couple of times.
The only down side was that when we got home it appeared that we
had had a break in. As far as we could tell nothing was taken but it was still
bad feeling to know that someone had been in our home.
In the next five years we had five children. At this time we
bought a larger house. As I was dismantling the bed for the move to our new
staples out and opened the envelope. Inside was a silver disk about
seventy-five mm across. It was a master piece of the engravers art. In the
center was a hexagram of intricate design with superb detail. Around the
outside of the hexagram was engraved ``To my friend, may you prosper''.
Old man Bercht, one of the best engravers that ever lived, had died the year before. His daughter, Sara, had won gold
for the marathon at two consecutive Olympics. I carefully replaced the silver
disk in the purple envelope and put it in my pocket. In the end we bought a
new bed for the new house and while I was putting it together I stapled the
purple envelope to the underside. We had four more children. We prospered.
Was it cheating? I don't know.
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