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  • Bears in the Woods #FallWritingFrenzy

    Bears in the Woods #FallWritingFrenzy

    I decided to enter the Fall Writing Frenzy hosted by Kaitlyn Sanchez.

    The rules stated:

    1. Select one of the images below and write about it.

    It can be a poem, a story, a mood piece, or whatever comes to mind. Happy, scary, beautiful, grotesque, whatever suits your fancy for any kidlit age, board book through young adult. You can write about the picture in a literal or metaphorical way, or focus on a memory or emotion it elicits. Just let the photo inspire you and have fun!

    I selected this photo #9 by Saliha Sevim on Pexels.com. (There were 14 to choose from.)

    When I first looked at it, I got quite a sinister vibe from it, and that’s the way I started writing. However I decided that I didn’t want to go as grim as some of the fairy tales like Hansel and Gretal or Snow White, so toned it down in the end. I’m not sure how it works as a story for children, but since time to enter has run out, so has my time to revise.

    Please pop over to Kaitlyn’s blog to read all the entries.

    Bears in the Woods

    “Where are we going? Mama?”

    “Why are we going into the woods, Mama?”

    Mama just smiled and sang, “If you go down to the woods today . . .”

    “Are there bears, Mama?”

    “Mama. Are there bears?”

    “It’s dark, Mama. Can we go home now?”

    “Don’t worry, Billy. You’re with Mama. Nothing will hurt you.”

    “But it’s scary. There’s bears. And monsters.”

    “There’s no monsters, and the bears—”

    He pulled his hand from hers and ran.

    “—are just teddy—. Billy!”

    Blinded by tears and monstrous fears,

    he ran willy-nilly,

    kicking up dry autumn leaves,

    head-first into spider webs,

    through prickly bushes.

    Mama ran after him. “Billy! Billy!’ His comfort doll hung limply over her arm.

    He didn’t hear. He kept running, running, running. He wanted out of the deep dark terrifying bear-infested woods. Finally, he collapsed in a pile of leaves, no longer able to outrun the fears.

    Rustle! Rustle! Something’s nearby. Shhh!

    People’s voices? Children’s voices.

    Billy peered around the tree. In a clearing, children were singing to teddy bears and toys. Adults were talking. In the middle, was Mama, crying.

    “Mama! Mama!” Billy called.

    She scooped him up. “Oh, silly Billy. They’re only teddy bears.”

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  • Security comforters

    Many young children have a favourite soft toy or item which they cart around with them and can’t be without. Linus with his security blanket in the Charlie Brown comics is a good example.

    The strong emotional attachment to an object, most commonly something soft and cuddly, generally occurs during  those years before school age when children are making the transition from total dependence to independence.

    One of my children had a mohair blanket which seemed to be constantly with her. She would twirl and tease the hair until she had a little ball of fluff which she rolled between her fingers and used to caress her nose as she sucked her thumb. I would find little balls of fluff all over the house and, over a couple of years of such treatment, ‘Blankie” became quite threadbare.

    I knew children who had favourite dolls they dragged around everywhere. They would become quite distressed if their dolls could not be found.

    I knew children who could not be without their “Blankie” so mothers bought two identical so that one could replace the other while it was being washed.

    Whatever the focus, it never seemed to matter how old, tatty, and frayed the items became, they were loved no less.

    Newer toys and blankets made of microfibres are very soft and comforting, and perhaps more durable.

    I don’t remember having a special toy or blanket for security. Do you?

    Chances are, if I had one, I would have destroyed it somehow in attempting to discover its properties, as I was known to do with other toys. In my mind it wasn’t destruction, it was discovery. (Is that the excuse of those who invent weapons of mass destruction?)

    Or possibly my lack of memory is more related to the fact that we have very few memories of our earliest years. According to this article by Australian science communicator Dr Karl Kruszelnicki, childhood amnesia may be related to neurogenesis. The rapid increase of new nerve cells in those formative years means that the old nerve cells are over-written and hence memories erased.

    The need for these comforters in young children is generally outgrown by the time children are of school age. The toys and blankets are discarded and forgotten as the children mature and other activities fill their time and minds.

    But for children experiencing higher levels of insecurity and anxiety, the need may continue. For Marnie, a character about whom I wrote many flash fiction stories, a unicorn toy was of comfort when she was feeling particularly vulnerable. Her need for it continued into her early school years and its appearance was an indicator to teachers that things were going badly for her again. When, as a confident adult, she returned to her childhood home, she found she had long outgrown the unicorn that had given her comfort as a child..

    I’m thinking about security objects and flash fiction again this week in response to Charli’s prompt at the Carrot Ranch to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about something frayed. It could be fabric, like a flag or garment. It could also be nerves or temper. What is it to be frayed?

    However, I haven’t written about Marnie and her unicorn this time, but something else that’s frayed. I hope you enjoy it.

    Second-hand store

    He’d perched on the stool for longer than anyone knew. Though his coat was threadbare and his bowtie frayed, nothing could erase his smile as he waited daily for a tinkle announcing a potential buyer. The days, though long, were not too long for one as imaginative as he, conjuring stories for items cluttering the shelves.

    One day a woman in a large blue hat and floral coat examined everything in the store, so quietly, he’d forgotten she was there. She startled him saying, “I’ll take him.”

    Lovingly restored, he took his place alongside others in the Toy Museum.

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