Just five short minutes of free-writing on the prompt word “imagine,” for Five Minute Friday…
Imagine! The very word sends me all over the place. I think I’ve always been a great imaginer, perhaps way too much in the past, perhaps way too little in the present.
Right now I’m imagining a very early tea party in the front porch shadows before the day begins to steam and stew and heat waves make mirages over blacktop…
The flowers, all prearranged in the bush at the front, a display all wild with joy and deep rose-red. The tray is set, there’s specialty cheese and good French bread, so thin cut, and slices of pears. What about sweets? What is there for that in my now imagination, with the ovens broken and beyond repair till the right part arrives at the supply place…
But that brings imagination down into the dust. Cinnamon sugar on toast will do. Or frozen strawberries to dip in the chocolate sauce left in the fridge (better).
And it is quiet.
That part, it might not happen. But all the rest can. Right now.
That is the best kind of imaging: imagining what I can do with the here and now, instead of yearning for some impossible past or improbable future or “what if” for a now that can’t be.
Who might I invite, so spur-of the-moment? My Best Friend? Sounds good to my imagination’s ear… (And no, He isn’t imaginary!)
This flight of imagination was inspired by this post, read just before the writing.
(So I can’t take credit for it at all. Thanks, T.)
PS: Fantasy Become Reality: