Prompt: title of your favorite poem, book, or film.
story cubes: stool, knocking at the door, straight arrow.
“The legends say something happened in Chaneysville.”
And legends don’t normally lie, though they may embellish,
just a bit. A big city history professor returns to his rural roots
when he learns a father-like figure is dying.
Truth knocks at the door, the scales of justice
are unbalanced – a historical wrong must be righted.
a sleuth tracking information through layers of noise.
But now his sense of direction must be straight and true.
story cubes: stool, knocking at the door, straight arrow.
just a bit. A big city history professor returns to his rural roots
when he learns a father-like figure is dying.
A transference occurs, a passing of the seat of authority
Now is his turn to sit on the leadership stool.Truth knocks at the door, the scales of justice
are unbalanced – a historical wrong must be righted.
The old man taught him in his youth how to track game
through the woods. He
used those tools in his new field,a sleuth tracking information through layers of noise.
But now his sense of direction must be straight and true.
Leave the self-perpetuating baggage in the city.
Discovery and
redemption require a certain resolution.
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