Writing Prompt: A Note From the Past
Playing in the hallway one day, your kids accidentally bump into your grandfather clock, which has been in the family for years. As it smashes into the ground, you find a note hidden inside from your great grandfather, who died two months after you were born. Strangely enough, the note is addressed to you.
The three of us stood there in silence as we watched the sunlight cascade over the broken glass, making the shattered pieces shine like little diamonds. Pieces of wood scattered across the floor and to the right, the pendulum of time laid still, never to swing again.
“Mommy,” Leah said between her sobs, “I am sorry. We were playing choo-choo train and we broke the clock!”
“We are so sorry!” Kendra screamed as her words morphed into heartfelt cries. My girls – I love them so much, but dealing with twins can be exhausting at times.
“My loves, it is ok. It was just a clock. Mommy needs to clean this mess up, and I need you both to carefully get out of the room, because it is too dangerous for the two of you to stay in here with me.” I watched as Leah grabbed Kendra’s hand, and the two of them slowly walked out of the room with their heads hung low.
As I turned around to head to the kitchen to grab the broom, something to my left caught my eye. A white envelope was resting underneath one of the broken pieces of wood from the clock.
“I wonder where this came from,” I said as I removed the envelope from its hiding place. There, on the front of the envelope, was my name . . . written in my great grandfathers handwriting. I knew it was his because I read all of his diaries. He left them to me, along with the grandfather clock and some other trinkets. When Papa Joe died, I was 2 months old and his only great grandchild at the time, so he left most of his belongings to me.
Not knowing what I would find inside, I opened the letter to read the words Papa Joe wrote to me.
My dearest Amelia,
The moment your mother gently rested you in my arms, I knew you were the one. My sweet, sweet girl, the next few words I write are important and I need you to read them carefully.
At family cottage, in the closet located on the left side of the house, the one closest to the kitchen, there is a box with your name engraved on the top. Once you open the box, you will have some answers to questions you have probably been asking all your life – questions about who you truly are.
One more thing I must say, my love, so pay close attention, and take my words seriously. This will save your life, even if you don’t believe me. The man you eventually marry, the father of Leah and Kendra – DO NOT TRUST HIM!
I can’t say any more than that. I love you, my little Blueberry. Please – be careful.
After I sat in silence for 20 minutes, only three words escaped my mouth that could explain the way I was feeling.
“What the hell?”
My direction of the story:
I wanted create a suspenseful story that would leave people wanting more. You know, the “more questions than answers” approach. I also wanted to add a point where you’re just wondering how the great grandfather would know a certain piece of information. I like those kinds of stories, and thought I would try my hand at it on this prompt. Not saying I did well with it, but I tried :-)
Question: Is the word “cascade” used correctly in that sentence? I am wondering because I know one of the definitions is to fall or pour over like a waterfall. You can use that word to describe sunlight on something, right? If not, I need to change that sentence.