SETTING EXERCISE
*3.
Write a scene in which the character’s mood is at odds with the weather, but
make the weather nevertheless express his or her mood--joyful rain, threatening
blue skies, chilling summer beach, etc.*
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I
knew waiting at the bus stop on a cloudy day was a bad idea, but yet, here I am
anyway. As if it is not enough that the clouds rough-housed the sun away, now I
have to deal with the wind being the Brainy
to my Helga. I sit hunched over with my elbows touching my knees, my hands
cradling my chin, and staring down at my feet. All of a sudden, I hear a
deafening swoosh and feel the wrath of the wind after it picks up a newspaper
and slaps me in the face with it. Here I am thinking the clouds were the bullies,
when the wind just practically tried making me participate in a slap-boxing
competition I clearly cannot win. Just as I am about to start challenging
mother-nature, the bus shows up. I push up the sleeves on my sweater, huff and
puff, and stomp on into the bus.
I
hand over my identification to the bus-driver, and he tells me that I need two
forms of identification to ride this bus.
My
shoulders drop along with my jaw, and after a few seconds, I compose myself and
say to the bus-driver: “Look, Sir. I was waiting out there for you for a good
thirty minutes while the damn wind kicked my ass. And now you want to tell me
that I need two forms of identification? Are you kidding me?”
In
the most tiresome voice ever, the bus-driver said, “Son, I’m sorry you’re having
a bad day, but my job is simply…”
I
exclaimed, “…You know what? I’m just going to see my way out because you’re not
going to let me ride anyway.” While I stomped back out of the bus, he slightly
lifted the right corner of his mouth while shrugging.
This
time the clouds were sending down cold daggers of ice at me. I thought to
myself, ooo, you mad. Ain't ‘cha,
Mother Nature?
(To be continued...maybe. Lol)
