The Vulture

Last Friday I taught a Spin class with a "to be continued" story line about camping in the woods (a Halloween themed class). I continued the story Monday but ended again with another "to be continued". A friend sent me a link to a blog called "Mondays Finish the Story" that has a "finish this story" challenge each week. She gives you a picture and a line and you finish the story in 100-150 words. I am NOT a writer, but I would love to write better. I know the only way to do something well is to hone your practice so you are practicing it well. So...here's my stab at this week's challenge.

“I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”

I had heard Savon tell this story a hundred times but it never got old. How he managed to cheat that vulture out of a meal always bewildered me. I want his kind of perseverance, but I’m fooling myself to think I can have it. I’m lazy. Always have been, always will be. In the same scenario I'm sure I would hang my head and cry. As death wrapped me in a cold blanket I would let it carry me away.

How does one learn to stay the course?

For the first time I interrupted the retelling, “What made you think you could?” Those warm eyes stared back at me, “What makes you think you can’t?”

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This was incredibly fun. I think I might have to do this every week!!