writers block story

Apr 07, 2008 - 19:42 PM PST

While I was sitting at my desk trying to get work done I looked over out the window. The wind was blowing so hard that a ball from nowhere blew across the lawn. As I moved closer to the window I watched as it continued on its journey. Where did it come from? Who did it belong to? Where is it going?

Perhaps it has been rolling for years. Someone years ago before there were houses brought there family out into the country for a camping trip. While the kids had time to play they kicked their ball around. Jessie the older brother became a pain to younger brother Tony. He keeps the ball so long why won't he kick it over? Angry he ran to his brother with every ounce of strength he had he kicked the ball . Jessie watched as the ball began its journey down the hill. Looking back at tony he said "What did you do that for?"

They tried looking for it until evening the next morning they forgot about it. The family went on with their trip. The ball sat resting on a branch until a rabbit hopped by. Some how bouncing on the branch caused the ball to continue its trip down the hill until it reached an open field. There it would rest until todays wind storm that launched it from its slumber.

It roared passed my window heading down to the road. With much uncertainty it followed the course of the road.