October is a transformative month.
It’s harvest season. It is said “to bend with apples”. Said of course, in eternal reference to Keats’s “Ode to Autumn”. It harkens toward winter, and that, my friends, is the great harbinger that engenders a great mellowing. An internal transformation that mere mortals are forced to undergo. If only we never grow up.
It’s as if we’re still standing in a land of fruitfulness while looking across a wide river to the other side.
So much gloriousness. So much to lose.
Fat to lean.
If you had to write a story, I want that story to include these elements:
1) passage of time – perhaps have the character speaking in childhood or youth in part one; and then speaking as an older person in part two.
2) an ending that has so little and so much to do with the earlier parts of your story. Digression becomes the core of the story.
3) yet it is an ending that lightens the load.
Since this is a wordle prompt, you need to use these words in whatever form, culled from the five poems submitted last week.
I am addicted to Alice Munro’s stories because the endings are so surprising. October is about pondering about endings, or well, reaping what we sowed. Oh, her endings always kill me.