The Old Woman
Have you ever had one of those moments, where time seems to stop? One of those memorable seconds, that seem to stay with you longer than others. I have, I can't seem to get her miserable face out of my mind. I wouldn't be suprised if I can still remember the woman's dark brown eyes in years to come, how empty and cold they seemed.
I sat down next to a woman and greeted her warmly. She was not able to smile back at me, but I could see in her large eyes that she would have liked to. Her face seemed numb and almost statue-like.
I asked what was wrong with a furrowed brow. She began to slowly tell of her unfortunate position in life. Normally, I would have drifted off, into my own little world as I had on most of our little 'talks', but something seemed to keep me tunedin this time.
It might have been her expression. There were no real words for me to describe the lonliness in her eyes. How hollow they seemed in that moment, like you were looking into pools of darkness. Her lips did not curve up or down, but stayed almost exactly straight as she spoke, refusing to show any obvious emotion. Her eyes had once had a certain sparkle behind them, now they just seemed dull and emotionless.
Maybe, it was her voice. Her tone was smooth and cool, but if you listened hard enough, you could hear it shake slightly. It sent a chill up my spine as she went on about her many deep and desperate sorrows. The exact words she used have faded from my mind, I had heard them before.
Possibly, it could have just been my own imagination. Perhaps her worn expression would not have affected another. Maybe others could have look upon her 'speech' with humor and sarcasm. However, I know I could not.
I distinctly remember how old she seemed. Though I'm sure she was not past fifty, her sullen atmosphere aged her considerably. A few missed gray hairs stuck out from atop her head, and a flab of skin hung from the sides of her neck. Depression had worn her out.
It was then I realized the feeling of being old and alone. I could only begin to guess how lost I would be in her position, would I really be able to take it as well or better than she did everyday? If anything really was the pure ingredient to why this memory clings to my mind, it was that, and nothing more.
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I wrote that as an assignment for a 7th grade writing thing. It was supposed to show imagry. We were supposed to be able to give people images of what we were writing about as they read it. And it also had to be from a real experience you had.
Well I guess it wasn't terrible since my teacher read it aloud to all of her classes. ...I felt special. mrgreen So yeah... when someone likes it that much you just have to post it no matter how average you think it is.
...Hope you liked it.
Have you ever had one of those moments, where time seems to stop? One of those memorable seconds, that seem to stay with you longer than others. I have, I can't seem to get her miserable face out of my mind. I wouldn't be suprised if I can still remember the woman's dark brown eyes in years to come, how empty and cold they seemed.
I sat down next to a woman and greeted her warmly. She was not able to smile back at me, but I could see in her large eyes that she would have liked to. Her face seemed numb and almost statue-like.
I asked what was wrong with a furrowed brow. She began to slowly tell of her unfortunate position in life. Normally, I would have drifted off, into my own little world as I had on most of our little 'talks', but something seemed to keep me tunedin this time.
It might have been her expression. There were no real words for me to describe the lonliness in her eyes. How hollow they seemed in that moment, like you were looking into pools of darkness. Her lips did not curve up or down, but stayed almost exactly straight as she spoke, refusing to show any obvious emotion. Her eyes had once had a certain sparkle behind them, now they just seemed dull and emotionless.
Maybe, it was her voice. Her tone was smooth and cool, but if you listened hard enough, you could hear it shake slightly. It sent a chill up my spine as she went on about her many deep and desperate sorrows. The exact words she used have faded from my mind, I had heard them before.
Possibly, it could have just been my own imagination. Perhaps her worn expression would not have affected another. Maybe others could have look upon her 'speech' with humor and sarcasm. However, I know I could not.
I distinctly remember how old she seemed. Though I'm sure she was not past fifty, her sullen atmosphere aged her considerably. A few missed gray hairs stuck out from atop her head, and a flab of skin hung from the sides of her neck. Depression had worn her out.
It was then I realized the feeling of being old and alone. I could only begin to guess how lost I would be in her position, would I really be able to take it as well or better than she did everyday? If anything really was the pure ingredient to why this memory clings to my mind, it was that, and nothing more.
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I wrote that as an assignment for a 7th grade writing thing. It was supposed to show imagry. We were supposed to be able to give people images of what we were writing about as they read it. And it also had to be from a real experience you had.
Well I guess it wasn't terrible since my teacher read it aloud to all of her classes. ...I felt special. mrgreen So yeah... when someone likes it that much you just have to post it no matter how average you think it is.
...Hope you liked it.
