Love Knows Best
Who or what to love is a blind choice, made with fear as
its basis.
It was shortly after wasps invaded my apartment that I fell
in love with a pair of black sneakers with yellow laces.
The choice of what to love is so impulsive that the
decision cannot wait to prioritize the things one adores. It simply chooses in
a millisecond what arouses one’s greatest passion.
I fell more and more deeply in love with the man who I
most feared to lose.
But perhaps the blind choice is better than the informed
one.
I still adore those shoes.
I still love this man.
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This is my submission for the Trifecta Writing Challenge's Week 44 prompt. See below for a description of the challenge and visit the link for this week's prompt. Please feel free to comment, as always.
"For the Trifecta Writing Challenge, we will always use the THIRD given definition. Please note the definition—we’re likely asking you to use the word in a different way than you typically do. You should write a creative response using the given word. You must use the word in your response, and you must use it correctly. Responses with alternate forms of the word (pluralized, different tense, etc.) will be disqualified. Your response can be no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words...The top three entries will be mentioned on the weekend blog post, and the best-written entry for that week will be posted in its entirety on www.trifectawritingchallenge.com."
I really liked the style of this writing. I also enjoyed how you shifted from sneakers to the man you love. Nicely done!
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DeleteSimply Beautiful.
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DeleteBeautiful writing. I love the correlation of wasp, to shoes, to the man you love.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of blind choice with fear as its basis is pretty terrifying; food for thought.
ReplyDeleteI'd never thought of a blind choice being better than informed choice. As a seeker of information, this idea is intriguing :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you find it so. :> I come from a similar viewpoint, so to contemplate this angle was a little disturbing for me, as well as being intriguing enough to be worth writing about.
DeleteIt was shortly after wasps invaded my apartment that I fell in love with a pair of black sneakers with yellow laces.
ReplyDeleteThat sentence is perfect in its odd, randomness. I absolutely love it.
Thanks for playing along with us this week. Be sure to come on back soon.
Thanks! I'm using your blog/challenges as an experiment in writing like Kerouac believed we should: entirely in first drafts. He's certainly right when it comes to lines like this one, and like readers find in his work.
DeleteThanks very much. I didn't even think of the "sting of rejection" connection! :>
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