Update -- I tweeked a few things. Changed a few words and some grammar. It's still not perfect, but I do tend to aim high.
This is a story I have worked on since New Years. It's based on Christmas in Indianapolis, so geographically, unless you live in Indianapolis, it may not make sense. I keep tweaking it. I need some feedback. Tell me what you think.
Two Knitted Scarves: A Christmas Fantasy
The day after Thanksgiving, on Monument Circle, marked the start of the festive season. The high anticipation of the holiday joy filled the air. The stage was ready. Wooden soldiers stood steadfast, preparing for the glorious lighting of the world's tallest Christmas tree.
That clear sunny day, the cochineal red knitted scarf with tassels clung to its owners coat as it passed under the clock, watched by a small metal cherub perched on top. Crossing Washington, rounding the corner, a shiny brass quintet played out. On the Circle. This Christmas Season.
Passing the Hilbert, where inside the symphony performs its annual holiday tradition, the red scarf had a chance meeting -- a pure white woolly scarf with similar tassels. The two brushed and time stood still. As if that moment was designated for their meeting.
They paused, eyeing each other, and formed smiles. Excuses and pardons were uttered in soul mate stares. The two knitted scarves awkward, yet sincere. A slight breeze fluttered them into waving goodbye with hopes that a meeting again soon would be. Near or far. This Christmas Season.
That clear star-filled night, a thousand listened to singers bringing merriment and cheer. Knowing the appointed moment the mayor would usher in a tower of lights was near. Among the sea of rosy-red faces, the two scarves stood in nearby places, chatting with friends.
A quick blustery breeze raised their tassels among the impatient, as if fate signaled them to meet again. They spied each other. With smiles of delight, they met again this brisk winter night. Caught in the instant that the lights glowed bright. In the crowd. This Christmas Season.
As soon as they hoped, the two scarves would see each again. The very next day hot chocolate at the corner coffeehouse now decked out for for the Yule. They talked and laughed as they hung around their owner's necks. The two knitted scarves, one white and one red.
Tickets procured for the symphony show, to hear music to bring on the holiday glow. Dancing Santas, Sandi and chorus, then the flight of reindeer. Strolling after, around they went, enjoying the flurrying of gently falling snow. Guarded by Victory. This Christmas Season.
The red and white scarves planned yet again. On Mass Ave for lunch, to shops full gift seekers. Silver, toys, homemade, dog biscuits, and world fare. The two then went onto the Phoenix for a great vaudevillian show. Their tassels gently touched and a spark ignited.
To the deck-out Lilly's the following week, then viewing some art. One other night, the Men's Chorus in their black tuxes, to hear their voices unite. The scarves savored the church setting with carols rejoicing about the birth of the Babe. Praising the one. This Christmas Season.
The holidays passed ever so quickly. Before the scarves knew, it would be the end of the season. As the new galloped up, they met for a night of good cheer. Watching the ticking clock bring the end of the year. Tassels entangled, ending that one with lover's delight.
They strolled round, to see the world's tallest tree. The white lights all a blaze. A clear starry night. The chill in the air kept them intertwined. A miracle occurred during that holiday. Two knitted scarves discovered one and another. Beginning their journey. This Christmas Season.
This is a story I have worked on since New Years. It's based on Christmas in Indianapolis, so geographically, unless you live in Indianapolis, it may not make sense. I keep tweaking it. I need some feedback. Tell me what you think.
Two Knitted Scarves: A Christmas Fantasy
The day after Thanksgiving, on Monument Circle, marked the start of the festive season. The high anticipation of the holiday joy filled the air. The stage was ready. Wooden soldiers stood steadfast, preparing for the glorious lighting of the world's tallest Christmas tree.
That clear sunny day, the cochineal red knitted scarf with tassels clung to its owners coat as it passed under the clock, watched by a small metal cherub perched on top. Crossing Washington, rounding the corner, a shiny brass quintet played out. On the Circle. This Christmas Season.
Passing the Hilbert, where inside the symphony performs its annual holiday tradition, the red scarf had a chance meeting -- a pure white woolly scarf with similar tassels. The two brushed and time stood still. As if that moment was designated for their meeting.
They paused, eyeing each other, and formed smiles. Excuses and pardons were uttered in soul mate stares. The two knitted scarves awkward, yet sincere. A slight breeze fluttered them into waving goodbye with hopes that a meeting again soon would be. Near or far. This Christmas Season.
That clear star-filled night, a thousand listened to singers bringing merriment and cheer. Knowing the appointed moment the mayor would usher in a tower of lights was near. Among the sea of rosy-red faces, the two scarves stood in nearby places, chatting with friends.
A quick blustery breeze raised their tassels among the impatient, as if fate signaled them to meet again. They spied each other. With smiles of delight, they met again this brisk winter night. Caught in the instant that the lights glowed bright. In the crowd. This Christmas Season.
As soon as they hoped, the two scarves would see each again. The very next day hot chocolate at the corner coffeehouse now decked out for for the Yule. They talked and laughed as they hung around their owner's necks. The two knitted scarves, one white and one red.
Tickets procured for the symphony show, to hear music to bring on the holiday glow. Dancing Santas, Sandi and chorus, then the flight of reindeer. Strolling after, around they went, enjoying the flurrying of gently falling snow. Guarded by Victory. This Christmas Season.
The red and white scarves planned yet again. On Mass Ave for lunch, to shops full gift seekers. Silver, toys, homemade, dog biscuits, and world fare. The two then went onto the Phoenix for a great vaudevillian show. Their tassels gently touched and a spark ignited.
To the deck-out Lilly's the following week, then viewing some art. One other night, the Men's Chorus in their black tuxes, to hear their voices unite. The scarves savored the church setting with carols rejoicing about the birth of the Babe. Praising the one. This Christmas Season.
The holidays passed ever so quickly. Before the scarves knew, it would be the end of the season. As the new galloped up, they met for a night of good cheer. Watching the ticking clock bring the end of the year. Tassels entangled, ending that one with lover's delight.
They strolled round, to see the world's tallest tree. The white lights all a blaze. A clear starry night. The chill in the air kept them intertwined. A miracle occurred during that holiday. Two knitted scarves discovered one and another. Beginning their journey. This Christmas Season.
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