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February 18, 2008 Monday Mission: One Moment 
(This week’s mission is to describe in third-person one particular moment of significance in someone’s life, using details from all five senses. 300 words.) (There is a real memory in the centre of this, but it has been highly fictionalized for the purposes of all those sensory details.) Have you cleaned up yet? Her mom had asked her. Yep, she’d replied, bouncing onto her bed as her mom came in her room. She’d stared at her disapprovingly, thumping the windex on her dresser, and started cleaning again. And now the stack of books she’d half-shoved under the bed had been all put away in the bookcase, and her pages lost. The tops of her dresser and desk and hutch were shiny and smelled sharp and all of the elastics and brushes and pictures had been put somewhere else, and what was the point? Weren’t they all just going to come out again anyway? Now the blankets were straight and smooth on her bed and the sides tucked in and she was just about to lie down on it and get them all wrinkled because she wanted to finish reading her book, all of the dolls in the dollhouse had just come alive and she wanted to see what the little girl would do when she found them. It was bright outside and her mom had snapped the roller-blind up, and now the sun streamed in and little dust motes danced in the air like glitter. Maybe fairies play with glitter, she thought; maybe the dolls in her dollhouse would come alive when she went to sleep tonight. Wouldn’t that be fun! The dollhouse too was at any rate now fit for inhabitants, all the furniture back in the right place (but you couldn’t reach it there! And it was hard to get the dolls around it!). None of it was going to last. It was just silly. Her mom had slumped with a heavy sigh out of the room to put the cleaning gunk away, and came back, pushing her curly dark blond hair back behind her hears. “You’d better hope you grow up to marry a rich man so you can hire a maid,” she said. Posted by Andrea at February 18, 2008 10:06 AM under Monday Mission EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Oh wow...any kid from 6-18, LOL. But armed with Windex, at least 9... Well-done! Posted by: Julie Pippert at February 18, 2008 1:52 PM
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