Another example of the great work produced here at WMC in the Creative Writing courses. (click here for course info)
Remember the beauty of simplicity. Great power resides in all those one-syllable Anglo-Saxon words.
Sebastian’s story uses only one-syllable words:
The Lone Shoe
by Sebastian Kola-Bankole
On the night of the full moon, I see the man in front of me get hit by a big red bus. I lean on the bus stop sign and hold my breath. My heart pounds in my chest and I know I should try to help him. I try to move but I freeze. I try to run from the scene but my legs say nay.
I watch as a pool of blood, the hue of good red wine, seeps out from the back of the bus. I heave and retch as the ooze spreads, slow and thick. I think I can see a shoe, his left one. It is brown and its heel torn. It lies on the side of the road, this sad lone shoe, right next to a bare foot, ripped from its leg. I can’t tear my eyes from this dire sight. I want to leave but I stand there, fixed to the spot, dead still.