Monday, April 26, 2010

Imagine a coat.
Imagine the pocket of the coat.
Imagine what's in the pocket.

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  1. His phone number was still in her pocket. She slipped her hand inside sometimes to make sure, but she never pulled it out because the thought of actually calling him was too intimidating. She hadn’t expected to find him. In a way, she hadn’t even wanted to. This had been the focus of her life for three years and once she caught up with him, it would all be over. And what would she do then?

    There’d been a certain safety to everything when he’d been nothing but a ghost from the past, out of reach, and barely more than a memory. But now that he was within her grasp, now that she was so close, the thrill of the chase gave way to the reality of catching him and a fear of what would come next.

    What would he say if she actually dialed that number? How would he react when he heard her voice? Would he even remember who she was? And what he would say wasn’t even the important part! What was she going to say?

    She’d only been able to craft one line so far and it was completely void of any intimacy or warmth.

    “Michael? This is Karen. I thought you should know you have a son.”

    No, not like that. That wasn’t right. So she left his number in her pocket and went on with her day.

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  2. Exercise:
    Imagine a coat.
    Imagine the pocket of the coat.
    Imagine what's in the pocket.

    The sting of the cold pierces my finger tips as I walk through the streets of Poulsbo. As I slide them into the pockets of the parka I grabbed as an afterthought, the welcome freedom from the icy wind begins to travel though my hands as a wave of warmth. Conscious of the relief, I am unaware of the soft paper around which my fingers are curling. But as I fidget, I soon realize that I am holding something unfamiliar to my pockets. A receipt I forgot to file? A reminder of something to bring for the travel? An errand I forgot to run? Slowly my hand pulls the paper from the pocket, and I remember. My mother's way of saying "I love you," her way of showing that she cares. Two crisp twenty dollar bills tucked neatly in my pocket. "For your trip," she said. Little did she know that those two bills would not only enhance my travels, but also remind my heart that someone back home still loves me.

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