Wednesday, April 04, 2007

3WW #30

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

Leave a comment if you participate.

This week's words are:
Miles
Voice
Holding


Three Word Wednesday... Thursday... whatever :) So since I'm so very late, you get two entries this week. A haiku and a story.

I'll never know how
The simple sound of her voice
Can reach across miles

Touch my broken soul
Melt the distance, until I'm
Holding her again

There is a distance
That can't be counted. For it's
Far too great and sad

May ours be measured
Only by miles and inches
Never by silence

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As Jim walked thru the large, open room, there were only a few people scattered around, in groups of two, three, or four. He got to the first door and checked the name on it: Ramsay. This was it.

Opening the door, Jim saw the crowd of people he expected. Near the front, he saw the widower sitting by the casket. The old man seemed to be in a daze, as those closest to the deceased often are. Occasionally he flashed a grateful smile as people passed by.

Jim joined the line of well-wishers filing past the casket. As the line moved slowly along, soon Jim could hear the man's familiar voice. It was just as he remembered it. As if they had just spoken yesterday. But they hadn't.

They had not spoken in eight years. Not since Jim abruptly left the business and moved out of state. When Clark had become too old to run the business by himself, he was forced to sell it. That had caused the rift between the two men. Jim's emotions were a mixture of nerves and sadness. Could the fences be mended or would the coldness continue?

When he reached the front of the line, he extended his hand. In it, he was holding a family portrait. The old man saw the photo before he saw who was holding it. It was a picture of him, his wife, and their only child. He raised his gray-blue eyes to see Jim standing there.

The boy offered a handshake, and in a voice that sounded like someone else talking, said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

Jim Ramsay had driven over four hundred miles that day. He could have driven for the rest of his life and never covered as much distance as he did in that moment.

"I find the map and draw a straight line, over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from A to where you'd be. It's only finger-lengths that I see."

32 comments:

  1. What, just words???

    It's 9:32 a.m., I want to know where the post is!

    (I'll be in hiding for the rest of the day now...)

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  2. I'm so excited that you added my new blog! I promise I'll post on it someday. :)

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  3. I haven't posted yet, but up the words etc.

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  4. ok so its posted...gotta run...Im going to be late for lab!!!!

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  5. ok so I used to break my butt to post sometime before 5...which means with lab it had to be posted by 2:30...so that I would get done sometime before everyone else...you guys are trying way to hard...

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  6. I freakin' remembered finally.
    Link

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  7. Did you forget about your post??

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  8. I will eagerly await your post:)

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  9. I'm betting he just had a better invitation for the day, Arlene, and that's why there is no story.

    ;)

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  10. mine's up! :) yay..

    the former eastoforegom - (I know I can't spell)

    now... the current shelby

    http://www.shelbydupree.blogspot.com

    be well!

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  11. my will be up in a moment. I'm trying a poem this week.

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  12. glad to see that I'm not the only one who was too busy for this.

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  13. Wow, poetry, too. I'm really impressed. Bravo!!

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  14. TC: Yes, I think I set a new personal record for latest 3WW post this week O:)

    Lindsy: Good to see you have a new blog. Yeah, now a post would be great ;)

    Tag: I guess I forgot to send you a memo again this week that I wasn't posting until Thursday.

    Arlene: No, I didn't forget. I was just drawing a blank for awhile.

    Shelby: Oh, OK. I wondered what happened to you. Good to see you back :)

    Judy, Carlos, Xinh, Pia, Gay, Sage: Thank you all for participating. I think I've made it around and read everyone's now. Sorry it took me a little while this week.

    Renee: Yeah, I was a little busy, combined with a lot of writer's block.

    Actonbell: Well, thank you :) That's very nice.

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  15. uh 'tee the hiaku is beautiful. Truly wish I could write poetry--and to do it to words :)

    The story is very touching and really I didn't guess the end. Really

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  16. Wait, aren't I the person who is supposed to post on Thursday through the following Tuesday?

    Now you have me confused. But I do post twice when I do that, also

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  17. totally worth the wait.

    sad how it takes a death to bring a family together.

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  18. Those were both so sweet!! Especially the bottom one! Worth the wait J-Dizzle!

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  19. My little contribution from this weeks feels disturbing.

    PS - I'd love to hear what you thought of my last TFF. It was a twofer.

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  20. So, maybe next week you'll post on Friday and we'll get to read three entries by you? O:)

    I wouldn't complain, anyway.

    These were great: I read up on haiku after you posted that, and have to say, I'm even more impressed after I found out how much detail goes into it!! Uff da!

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  21. Pia: Thank you. And yes, I think I got the posting on Thursday and doing two entries at once directly from you :)

    Renee: Yeah. And I guess in some cases even a death isn't enough to do it.

    Arlene: Thank ya, Brizzle :)

    Big Man: Ah yes, I remember reading those :) I think the Grey's Anatomy one was my favorite. I'll have to go refresh my memory though.

    Traveling Chica: Um, well I don't know about all that. Hopefully I can manage to post one entry on Wednesday like everyone else.

    And I practice my haiku skills on Xinh's Haiku Smackdown.

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  22. I like the haiku. In my poem I had a thought similar to the line you had in your first one--mine was a poem to Sylvia Plath

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  23. One on Wednesday, two on Thursday, three on Friday... it's all the same to me. ;)

    I practice my haiku skills on Xinh's Haiku Smackdown.

    Um, was that in English? O:)

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  24. He could have driven for the rest of his life and never covered as much distance as he did in that moment.

    That is an amazing sentence Bone probably the best you have ever written

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  25. Woke up this morning {laying in a field of grass}, miles away from where I live, and heard a voice, I looked up as a huge rabbit droped a load of colorful plastic eggs, out of the basket it was holding, on to my torso.
    (I did, by the way, one time have someone, dressed up as a rabbit, drop a bunch of eggs on me while I was sleeping in a tent).
    Happy Easter Bone :)

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  26. ok so Im a little late making comments this week as well...and checking on hw...its all good! Great writing!!!

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  27. Sage: Thanks. I really liked your poem, as I think everyone did.

    TC: Yes. You should check it out. And you're one to be talking about was something in English :)

    Pia: Thanks. I liked it, as well. Wish the rest of the post could have measured up to that line.

    GirlFPS: Happy belated Easter, GirlFPS :)

    ATag: That's OK. I'm sure if I had posted my story on Wednesday rather than Thursday, it would've helped.

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