Another week of really spectacular creativity among 100 Word Song players. We didn’t as many entries but we did have amazing quality. I really liked what The Robot Mommy did with her interpretation. Everyone really went out on unpredictable limbs. But the one that just twisted my ehart into shapes and made me tear a little was ther first ever personal post for 100 Word Song, jester queen’s touching take of a rough day as a mother called LOST:
The day after I wrote the story where a five year old nearly drowns, I lost Sam for twenty minutes in the Tennessee Aquarium. Irony much? Intellectually, I knew there was no way he could get at the tanks. Everything was encased behind a wall of glass, and no child could sneak through those locked doors. But before security found him two floors above me, trying to escape and get to the car, I ran repeatedly past the same spot, each time looking up into two stories of light infused water, expecting to see my son’s green-coated body floating down.
So I asked jesterqueen to pick this week’s song and she chose something I imagined she listened to after that bad day with her little boy. Her hand wrapped up in his, treasuring the moments she has with him from then, on. She picked a lovely, but sad song called Dimming of the Day. It was originally written and performed by the ex-married couple and music duo Richard and Linda Thompson in the mid 70s. The Corrs do a good version of this touching song. The one I’m most familar with and I confess I’ve played during rough spots in my life is from Bonnie Raitt. Her guitar and vocal masters the emotions of the song. Also, it fits my story of Violet and her dad. Here’s my 100.
He caught himself slipping on the last stair when the cell phone buzzed. She was calling again. He jogged to the dancing gray square on the kitchen table.
“Sorry Gus. Vi and I made tacos and then she had a thing.”
He cringed before his sister-in-law Augusta’s response.
“Vi is a thing! I’ve been texting and calling for 2 hours!”
He sniffled and she heard.
“I’m sorry I worry. You need to start going with me to the support group. At the end of the day you need more than me and a teenager to talk to. There’s one tomorrow night.”
As always, the rules are simple. I give you a song. You give me 100 words inspired by it. We come back next Tuesday with a new tune.
Here’s the amazing Bonnie Raitt. Play it over and over then give Leeroy and I your best 100 words. Thanks for playing. Tell a friend or 50, please.