I am in need of something fun and playful and thought maybe you would like to join me. Let’s write a story. Here is the set up.
An older woman who feels like her moon is waning stops at a yard sale in a dinky little nowhere town in Nebraska. In a dingy cardboard box is a bunch of beany babies. Normally she has no time for overplayed materialistic oversold junk, but in the box is a little rainbow-colored bear with tiny black beads for eyes. Something about the bear appeals to her, and she pulls him out of the box and pays 50 cents for the privilege of taking him with her.
She has a new (old) car and likes the idea of taking the bear as her new GPS so she sets him on the hump of her steering column and occasionally asks him the somewhat metaphysical (more than physical) question of “where I am going now?”
The bear never talks back. It has no digital voice box and no real hook up into the global grids that now mark our world. It is just a rainbow-colored toy bear.
A couple of weeks later the woman (our character needs a name so let’s call her Iris) is driving down a wooded road and sees a mamma black bear with her tiny cub running across the road. Iris has always love bears and is thrilled at the sighting. She is so excited she can’t even get her camera out and focused before the bears run off into the woods.
What Iris doesn’t know is that the mamma bear caught a whiff of her depleted and waning spirit. That mamma bear knows people in way that people seldom know themselves. On her way off into the woods, she stops a moment, raises a paw, and sends some of her bear powerful energy into the tiny bear plopped on Iris’s steering column. Mamma grins at her own generosity and decides to also send a bit of her cub’s energy into the bear.
Iris drives on wondering about bears. She has no idea that her rainbow bear has now been infused with an ancient and powerful spirit. She thinks it was just a pleasant moment, a rare bear sighting that has occurred.
Until later . . .
Okay, here is where you get to join the fun. What could happen to an almost-sixty year old woman who has lost hope in the dreams and aspirations of her youth and is suddenly given a large dose of bear energy?
I’ve never tried this before, but I’d like to see what “scenes” you would add to my story. I have some popping into my head already, but I want you to join the play. A prize to all who send me a scene—a new novel that I’ll be bringing out in the next few weeks. Let’s have some fun . . . I’ll post your scenes as they come in.
Maggie—I love your granddaughter’s name, so hope you don’t mind that our character is named after your new cub.
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