Sunday, August 26, 2007
a composition
here's a compo i did just now, comment please
---------------------------------------------*
ColoursIt was time for Christmas shopping! Little Megan could not wait; her mother was bringing her for the very first time to accompany her. She gleefully bounced into the car, full of anticipation and excitement that made her unable to keep still. Her mother had dressed her up all in green and called her Santa’s little helper. Brimming over with happiness, Megan bore her title with pride.
On the way, she pressed her button nose against the frosted window, captivated by the glittering white snow on the streets. Green tinsel hung from every lamppost, set off to perfection with robustly red poinsettias. Even to her five year old self, Megan knew she would never forget today. Swirling gusts of a shimmering breeze made the roads seem so magical, sweeping a shower of snowflakes onto Megan’s window. Entranced by its blue-white beauty she put her finger against the glass, and it melted, its glitter and shine lost.
Festivity was in the air, as they reached the main street. Groups of chattering shoppers huddled and huffed, their cheeks rosy and pink in excitement, donned in gaudy red and green knitted sweaters that were acceptable only during this season. Peals of laughter, as genuine as gold, jingled like bells all over. A jolly Santa decked out in crimson and white frosting ho-ho-ho-ed from across the street. Above all the sounds of merry-making, a calm, soothing Christmas carol drifted through the wintry air.
Megan could barely take it all in. With wide-eyed amazement, she stared all around her, grasping her mother’s red glove through her own green mitten. Soft yellow lights glowed enticingly to from the shops, and customers in every colour imaginable (and unimaginable) hustled and bustled past the little girl, who saw only a kaleidoscope of hues, swirling around her like a rainbow.
In her excitement she let go of her mother’s hand, immediately sorry of her action, and immediately overwhelmed by the crowd. Megan panicked, turning around and around. The beautiful kaleidoscope of before became dizzyingly sharp – too focused, too glaring. Pushing her way through the throng of legs to find a space, Megan found herself, with a sensation of dread, on the snowy main street.
In that moment Megan heard a scream which she recognised as her mother’s, above all the loud cheerfulness, and also an indistinct rumbling. She whipped around to see her mother, whey faced, her mouth opened to a black ‘O’. At the corner of her eye she saw a blue blur and the rumbling became a blaring honk that echoed through the street. Megan saw a myriad of coloured stars exploding like before her eyes like fireworks, which all dissolved into an inky darkness, not feeling her little body fly across the air and landing hard on the icy road.
Blearily her eyes opened a little, fuzzy images swam before her, a blue and red sire light spun like a carousel before her. It made her fell sick, and Megan fazed happily into the comfortable blackness again.
A sterile white light pierced her eyes and through masked eyes pale green blurs that were nurses flitted here and there around her. Megan suddenly remembered the green tinsel from somewhere, and red flowers and yellow glows. The memory warmed her, comforted her. A Christmas carol began to play softly in her ear, and Megan was filled with a peace that enveloped her entire being. At ease, Megan smiled and allowed the montage of colours to lull her into her very last sleep.
---------------------------------------------*
1:57 pm
