Last Thursday I went for the first time to a meeting of local writers at our library. It was a neat experience to be in the room with others who love to write and I really enjoyed myself. One of the things they do often is have writing exercises. Last week's exercise was the mystery bag. We each had to put our hand into a brown paper bag and feel what was inside... no peeking allowed. We then had 5 minutes (and ONLY 5 minutes) to write something about it. Note... the picture at the bottom is not the actual object from the bag, but close to what I envisioned.
When I reached in the bag I felt a large iron bell. This reminded me of the kind of bell that used to be used as a doorbell before the horrid elecronic versions. I imagined a house in a small village long ago and the bell as a family heirloom....
The constant knocking on the door was beginning to drive Bianca insane. Where could the bell possibly have gotten to and how could it have gone missing on such an important day? Her sister Josie's engagement party had officially begun over 30 minutes ago, but guests were still arriving in droves. Bianca missed the melodic tones of the iron bell and remembered how the two sisters had sat at the top of the stairs when they were younger waiting for hours just to hear it ring once.
Oh well, she thought, there's simply no time to look for it today.
She slouched back to the party just in time to see her sister opening a gloriously wrapped purple box with fancy ribbon that she knew was from their mother and watched her sister pull out the bell.
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