The Shovel..(Single Prompt Option - The Weekend Freewrite)
The man is working his shovel through the snow, thinking about the last few days in the cold winter, with a sense of nostalgia about his country, where is a tropical sun all year long,but he had to leave, his home, his friends, even his culture, to get better opportunities for him and his family, every time he uses the shovel he remembers, the parties, traditions, that should be happening right now in his old neighborhood the communities dinners, the religious services in the mourning, the food, he remembers the food a lot!
With the last movement, the suddenly realizes that right now there is no party, there is no food, and all of his friends are all around the world just like him, everything he remembers is gone, all there is, It´s right in from of him, nothing hot everything i cold like the snow.
Them he takes his shovel again an enter into his house..
Thanks for reading...
An interesting glimpse of an immigrant's perspective and feelings. Nice freewrite. ... Those of us who grew up in snowy climates are often thinking of warmer times when we shovel too!
It´s inspire in my friends that are now around the world, thanks for reading!!!