Archive for May 11th, 2011

11th May
written by amber


Upholstery wasn’t needed because wooden chairs were all my sect allowed. Also forbidden were radios, alcohol, short skirts, toys, any books besides the Bible, spicy food and pets of any kind. Animals that you could eat were allowed but making a pet of them was not.  We did anyhow, and wept bitter tears as we ate Frank the pig or Bessie the hen who’d stopped laying eggs and doomed herself to the stock pot.  We had no idea we were deprived.  We played, we sang, we ate food that tasted good, we were loved, we worked but it was fun.  And then I sneaked across the fields to visit the neighbours and I learned about what I was missing.

Everyone, they say, idealizes their childhood as a lost paradise but most days I can’t help but feel bitter over the world I gained when I turned my back on that early life.  Yes, it was repressive in many ways.  I am now successful and worldly, I have every possession I could wish for and every freedom I desire.  So why do I long to sit on one of those hard wooden chairs as I shuck peas and listen to my mother’s lovely singing voice?

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story posted every day on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012.  Stories must be a minimum of 200 words.  Please help me by adding first line suggestions in the Comment section.

Thanks to Joan Melvin for suggesting the story in two paragraphs.  The first line was developed in last Sunday’s writing workshop.