Our school seems to have produced more than its fair share of poets and artists. Where Eton has oft filled the cabinet, our Old Boys have helped to line the walls of the Tate and written the pages of literary magazines.
Outsiders might wonder why but those who walked out through the gate for seven years will know the truth of what we all experienced. Each day we left school and looked out across an awe-inspiring landscape, breathed the fresh air outside the gate and felt like we could do anything.
An adolescence of that is bound to create art.
Outsiders might wonder why but those who walked out through the gate for seven years will know the truth of what we all experienced. Each day we left school and looked out across an awe-inspiring landscape, breathed the fresh air outside the gate and felt like we could do anything.
An adolescence of that is bound to create art.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast
Dear Jim,
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted. Wonderful mood and tone set here.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Well, this was an outstanding piece of work. I am not often put into such a wistful mood by 100 words, but this tale moved me to reminisce and to dream. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAloha,
Doug
Inspiring and Lovely.
ReplyDeleteJim, Well done. It sounds like a good education indeed. Good story. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteI often read in movie reviews that certain actors in certain movies come across as "sincere". This is how I understood your piece: it comes from a place that is genuine, as you seem to know this situation intimately. I like your perspective on the merits of books (stuffy cabinet-stuffers) vs. literary magazines. [or did you mean Cabinet?] Your perspective forms an interesting story, especially with this photo. I like your tribute to the spaciousness.
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