Writing 101, Day Nine: Changing Moccasins — Point of View
For today’s assignment, write a scene at the park. Up for a twist? Write the scene from three different points of view.
Lacy sat perched on the edge of the aged park bench next to the foot path, eyes darting left to right and back down at her phone. It buzzed in her hand, it was another text from Sasha asking if he had shown up yet, she texted back no. Where was he? Did he see her already and not like what he saw? She smoothed her hair and straightened her blouse.
Two benches away sat Gert, her knitting needles clickity clacking away, smiling as a couple strolled by intent on only each other, the world just a distant thing. Her thoughts drifted back 50 years to a time when her and Henry used come here and walk, hand in hand, when they were courting. It had always felt as if they were the only two people in the world.
Farther along the lake, under a tree, sat Tom, staring at nothing in particular and thinking what was the point of it all? Nothing seemed to be going right in his life, his job was gone, his wife too, but that part didn’t bother him as much as he thought it should, and his dog had just died. God, my life sounds like a country song he thought, a rueful smile on his face.
A furious splashing in the lake caught his attention; it was more than just the geese acting up he thought. He stood up to get a better look and when he heard a faint “help” he ran over to edge, pulling of his shoes as he did, and dove in without hesitation.
Lacy caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her gaze to the lake, there was water splashing and someone yelling, she looked back down at her phone, and texted Nance back.
Gert, still lost on memory lane, kept knitting, her sight and hearing were not what they used to be.