For creative writing we are required to write a "Brocade" every week. We are given two emotions and a picture in which to refer the emotions. Then, simply, we write about it. Here is my first one. After this I will include the picture. It was an old rusty bus sitting in tall weeds. The emotions were hope and love. Enjoy:
We had so much fun Tim and I. Every morning he would come out of his house at exactly 7:00, and begin his inspection. His hand would trail along my side as he made his way around me, looking for chips and scrapes in my paint, or cracks in my mirrors and lights. He'd give a gentle kick to each of my tires, and as he finished he would tap me on the hood and say, "Well, old girl, let's start our day." He would jump in and start me up. I would purr for him, showing my excitement to be back on the road. We would go about our day, picking up stranded citizens, and replacing them where they rightly belonged. This was the service Tim and I provided, and we both cherished it. We did this together for many years, Tim would come out of his house every morning and perform the same examination day in and day out, until one day he tapped me on the hood and said, "I don't know if I can use you anymore, old girl." Then drug me off and dumped me here, an elephant graveyard of "old girls" just like me. And here I sit, staring at the gate having faith that one day Tim will walk through them and say to me, "Well, old girl, let's start our day."
