The Scrawl Monday Prompt # 11
Writer Island: Magic (my take on finding the magic by putting on the roller skates!)
The little girl knew that she was not allowed to roller skate on main street. The new skating skills had her needing bigger venues…more people to watch and admire her. A side walk that had collapsed when the water line broke that winter of ’47 made it difficult for her to get a full stride and roll. She wanted so badly to skate on those big, flat sidewalks that ran for a whole block. But, that was not the day for her to go that far away from her house.
The roller skates now hang by her front door in the house she occupies with her husband of 46 years. They are a symbol of what she can and cannot do. They also remind her that she is the one that makes skating possible for herself…no one else can make those choices for her. While they have wheels that roll they also must be strapped to her feet or they do not go anywhere.
As she began to contemplate the dream, she knew that the only way it could happen was if she ‘strapped the skates’ to her feet and left the front of her house. Main street was still calling, even after all these years. Today was the day she could travel away from what she knew and begin learning what she didn’t. Today was the day she could make life bigger and better for herself and those she loved. Today might be the day!