There are many sentences that suggest stories, and that is a quality I’m always seeking. One of my favorites (which I have already shared some time ago) was, “Standing at the kitchen window late at night….” Such a potent moment. The night is well advanced. The narrator is not asleep, but up and restless. The kitchen is a spot of safety and homey welcome, but the window looks out on darkness. What lurks out in the darkness or in the imagination of this sleepless person, up so late? It’s a moment of being alone, not with. Anything might happen.
Maybe I’m looking for archetypical moments. There are certainly many of those moments we’ve all lived through when we stood on the edge of a cliff, hoping not to fall, but to sprout wings instead:
–Waiting to go into the job interview, performance review, or meeting with the chief.
–Watching your doctor hesitate, lick her lips, and exhale before she told you the news.
–Taking that phone call you could not avoid.
–Closing the door on your childhood home for the last time.
–Signing up for a creative writing course online that might be a horrible mistake.
–Trying to catch your breath after your spouse says, “We need to talk.”
–Standing at the kitchen window, late at night….
Where did you go from there?