Thursday, February 12, 2009

For the Love of Snews

Since Valentine’s Day is just a few days away, I thought I would share something with my dear friends that is close to my heart. Plus, L.T. talked me into it.

This is something called a SNEW. It stands for Something New Every Week. My creative writing professor made it up (and she is awesome by the way). You see, you are supposed to write something fresh and new to keep your mind hopping with fantabulous ideas. I’m kind of struggling with the every week thing. Is that saying something about my mind?

It doesn’t have to be perfect (that’s my favorite thing). So here is my imperfect SNEW, just for you (Hey! That rhymes!)

My Love

It wasn’t that I wanted to love it. It just that it happened that way.

At first, I didn’t notice it, hanging around on its own, blending into the background. To be honest with you, I didn’t think it was my type. It just seemed so…common.

But then, that day came. The day I totaled my car, lost my job, and my fish ran away.

It was the only one there for me, faithful. Not like that fish.

From then on out, I did notice it. But I didn’t think I’d become addicted to it.

Everywhere I went, I found myself needing it, searching for it. At my parent’s, my friends… even at church, I sought it out. When things got tough, I rushed to it for comfort.

I knew I loved it.

Can you blame me? It’s softness, it’s giving, it’s security, just luring me to it. How could I stay away from it now?

But then one day, it ran out. Wanting to dash from place to place and search for it, I found myself sitting, stuck, unable to leave.

I didn’t understand. Why was it gone so soon? Didn’t I take enough time with it? Did I rub it the wrong way? Was it jealous of that fish?

It was a bitter night when I found myself wondering. Wondering without purpose at the local big-box store, trying to find comfort in generic named items.

With shop cart in tow, I made my way down aisle number five.

My heart sped up, my hands clammy. Could it be? Swallowing back the lump in my throat, my feet inched closer and closer to the display on the far left of me. I couldn’t believe what I saw!

Pastel colors? Two-ply? It was better than I thought.

Rows and rows of towering stacks of toilet paper filled my sight. Warmth flooded over me, hope returned. My love was back. I knew it would never run out again. My roll of toilet paper and me.



It’s really funny if you read it like your playing Hamlet. If you hold an empty toilet roll in your hand, you’ll have them rolling in the aisles! Good times, good times.

Happy Valentines everyone! =)

8 comments:

LexiconLuvr said...

Ah...true love. =]
I like this piece better every time I read it. Glad you decided to share it with everyone so EVERYONE can see how talented you are.

Scarlet Knight said...

Yeah, talented with the toilet paper, you should see what I can do with a napkin!

Ashley Harward said...

Scarlet! That was awesome. I loved "my fish ran away". Through the whole thing I was trying to figure out what your love was. At first I thought it was an item of clothing.
It made me laugh when I found our your love for toilet paper.
Ahh, the simple things in life.

Scarlet Knight said...

Its so true. I mean think about it, where would we be without toilet paper? And who made that stuff? They should get an award!

Peay Family said...

Loved it! So creative!!

Scarlet Knight said...

Thanks R! I want an update on your 5k! You'll have to tell me how it goes.

I've changed my 2k to a 1k. I think that would be best for me. Sad, but true.

Linda Garner said...

I love this. I would love to recite it in aisle 17 at Cosco. Do you think we could get a band for backup? Love, LG

Scarlet Knight said...

Yes, and we could let people squeeze the big bundles of rolls too! It will be awesome!