Behind-the-Scenes Story for this Photo

Here’s another prompt for a Christmas scene. After taking the Christmas photo of our kids for sixteen years, I know there’s a story behind this cute photo. If you think of a behind-the-scenes story for this photo, drop it in the comments. Here’s mine.

As soon as I looked up from the viewfinder, my youngest niece Ava burst into giggles, jumping up and down.

“Let me see.” My older sister Jessica brushed me out of the way and looked at the view screen.

“Are we almost done?’ whined Olivia. “I’m cold.”

The oldest, Evelyn, had the weary expression that came from living with my sister for seven years. She knew we might be here for another hour. I gave her a sympathetic smile and she returned one.

“Is Olivia squinting?” Jessica turned to me. “I think she’s squinting in all the pictures from this last set.”

“But they’re all smiling and looking in the right direction.” I wanted to add that she couldn’t expect perfection, but I’d given up on that argument about ten years ago.

“Yes, but the squinting makes her look pained.” Jessica looked over the top of the camera. “Girls, we’ll try it one–where’s Ava?”

Evelyn and Olivia glanced around the snow covered clearing in the park, eyebrows lifted with expressions that seemed to say that not only didn’t they know where she was, but they were pretty certain they’d never heard of this Ava person before.

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Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse

This month, on Thursdays, I’m reposting my most popular posts from the last seven years. This post, “Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse: by G.K. Chesterton as received the most views and is one of my all-time favorite short stories.

To tie in with my theme of digging deeper into our senses when writing, I chose the best example of writing about color that I’ve ever read. No author used color like G.K. Chesterton, and in his short story, “The Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse”, color not only brings the setting and characters to vivid life but is the crux of the plot.

This story was first published in 1935, but the characters discuss a political event that took place years before when European armies still relied on horses and dressed in the uniforms of their regiment rather than in fatigues that allowed them to blend in with their surroundings.

A Prussian unit, the White Hussars, is encamped at one end of a raised stone road, the only road through a huge, desolate swamp. Other Prussian troops occupy the Polish town at the other end of the road. The Prussian officer in this town will release a Polish nationalist he is holding prisoner unless he gets a message to execute him from Marshal Von Grock, who is camped with the White Hussars.

Von Grock sends a solider on horseback with the execution order. He leaves by the stone road. When the Prussian prince comes into  camp a few minutes later to review the troops and learns what the marshal has done, he sends a second rider with an order that countermands the marshal’s. The prince fears international opinion if the Prussians kill the prisoner, who is also a famous poet and singer. Once the prince leaves, Von Grock sends a third solider, not with a message but with a rifle to bring down the prince’s messenger.

As Mr. Pond, who is telling the story, says, “The whole thing went wrong because the discipline was too good. Grock’s soldiers obeyed him too well; so he simply couldn’t do a thing he wanted.”

The plot hinges on the white uniforms with a “flame-colored baldrick” (I had to look this up: it’s a belt worn over the shoulder). All three soldiers on horseback wear it. These uniforms stand out against the dark swamp as do their white horses, which is the standard for the regiment. The descriptions of the swamp as the riders ride along the lonely road at night are so vivid that my mental picture is engrained in my brain.

“The grey-green blotches of flattened vegetation, seen from above like a sprawling map, seemed more like the chart of a disease than a development; and the land-locked pools might have been poison rather than waste. “

“The moon had risen over the marshes and gone up strengthening in splendor and gleaming on dark waters and green scum.”

Mr. Chesterton also uses color to contrast the marshal, wearing a white uniform, with the prince, who is wearing a black and blue uniform with a dark cloak.

I found this story in the collection Thirteen DetectivesWhat stories have you read that uses color, or one of the other sense, so effectively?

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Complete This Christmas Scene

Merry Christmas! As we kick off December, I’ll have two themes for my blog this month. Monday Sparks will be Christmas writing prompts, and Thursdays will be reposts of my most popular blogs from the past seven years. Today’s prompt is to complete this Christmas scene. I’ll start the scene below and then I need you to add what the boy sees out the window in the comments.

Could Christmas break get any more boring?

I laid on the floor with my feet on the couch.

I’d never guessed spending the whole day by myself would make me so bored that school was looking okay.

I glanced at my phone.

Mom would be home in an hour. Maybe she wouldn’t be too tired to do something with me. Could I live that long?

I sat up and climbed onto the couch and looked out the window. Rain poured down. Like it had at breakfast, and at lunch (If I’d eaten lunch. A container of Oreos probably didn’t count), and now at supper.

The houses outside all looked empty. Everybody was probably at work, and their kids were at friends’ houses having tons of fun.

An old car drove into our cul-de-sac. It must have been somebody who got lost. None of our neighbors owned a car like that.

The driver got out.

I gasped.

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