This is a free writing exercise, written after a visit to the local park with my son. Not sure what I will do with it, if anything, but thought I’d share this one as it did unlock me a bit and got me going on the novel again. Feedback/thoughts welcome!
Pigeons and puddles
The sun catches the buggy as we enter the park and dips into the puddles around the bandstand, leaving occasional rainbows behind. He pulls at his restraints. “Get out!” He shouts, his legs already obeying his command.
Set free, he lurches forward, running towards the solitary pigeon enjoying a muddy bath in the relative peace of the early afternoon. “Go ‘way!” Shouts the boy, and the startled bird takes flight, stopping just a few metres away, still on the bandstand.
The boy runs up the steps and is joined by a girl in a pink bandana. Together they chase the pigeon around in circles, giggling and flapping their ‘wings’ so hard I wonder that they too, might take flight. They run through a muddy puddle, jumping and shrieking delightedly as the water streaks up their legs.
Their joy bounces off the bandstand and ripples across the park. Some are irritated by it but other feel it, pulling at the child within and they turn towards the children to catch them, heads thrown back in unselfconscious laughter, sunshine making their teeth shine and the innocence of a childhood summer reflected back in their eyes.