Cassidy
by Stacy
genre:
Literature & Fiction
description:
This is a story I wrote for a Fiction class. The teacher gave us a picture and told us to write about it. My picture was of a woman in a skirt on a hill and next to her was a dirt path.
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chapter 1:
Cassidy
Cassidy
chapter 1
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Cassidy
Cassidy’s toes burrowed into the long blades of grass each toe seeking the cool moisture found deeper down. Her wary and worn heels no longer ached as the soft green floor cushioned her tired feet. She sighed quietly as the wind rapped her flowery skirt around her thighs, adhering to her body and taking on her form. She was grateful to be wearing her red sweater. The cool wind had picked up speed whipping her long hair into her face, each strand tickling her high cheekbones. She reached up and tucked the stray strands behind her ears only to have them fly free again and tickle her forehead. She sighed again, but continued to smile as she looked at the path ahead of her.
The path lay to her right. It wasn’t wide, maybe big enough to accommodate one or two people walking comfortably side by side. The grass hugged the edges of the path tightly but did not stray further than its assigned boundary. Cassidy’s smile never faltered as she looked over the winding path in the distance. She knew where the path led, and she now knew how to get there, but something to her left seemed to call to her.
She turned to the left, her back to the wind. Her hair immediately changed directions each strand flowing in front of her face in sync with the wind. Slowly her skirt on wound itself from around her legs the material no longer constricting her movement. Like her hair her skirt billowed in front of her the material in the back clinging to the back of her thighs and buttocks. She felt as if she could float away on the wind. She thought that if she could just jump up high enough the wind could catch her skirts and lift her up over the low grassy hills ahead of her. She would fly as far as the wind could take her, her arms outstretched embracing the cool wind as it cradled her body and lifted her up and up.
Cassidy’s eyes were closed her arms outstretched high above her, her hair streaming around her upraised arms and her skirt flowing like a silken stream around her thighs when the wind died. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around her. Her feet were still tethered to the ground her toes still burrowed into the grass. To her right lay the path. Cassidy sighed again as she turned back around towards the path. She affixed a smile to her face as she placed one bare foot onto the rough sandy walkway.
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Cassidy’s toes burrowed into the long blades of grass each toe seeking the cool moisture found deeper down. Her wary and worn heels no longer ached as the soft green floor cushioned her tired feet. She sighed quietly as the wind rapped her flowery skirt around her thighs, adhering to her body and taking on her form. She was grateful to be wearing her red sweater. The cool wind had picked up speed whipping her long hair into her face, each strand tickling her high cheekbones. She reached up and tucked the stray strands behind her ears only to have them fly free again and tickle her forehead. She sighed again, but continued to smile as she looked at the path ahead of her.
The path lay to her right. It wasn’t wide, maybe big enough to accommodate one or two people walking comfortably side by side. The grass hugged the edges of the path tightly but did not stray further than its assigned boundary. Cassidy’s smile never faltered as she looked over the winding path in the distance. She knew where the path led, and she now knew how to get there, but something to her left seemed to call to her.
She turned to the left, her back to the wind. Her hair immediately changed directions each strand flowing in front of her face in sync with the wind. Slowly her skirt on wound itself from around her legs the material no longer constricting her movement. Like her hair her skirt billowed in front of her the material in the back clinging to the back of her thighs and buttocks. She felt as if she could float away on the wind. She thought that if she could just jump up high enough the wind could catch her skirts and lift her up over the low grassy hills ahead of her. She would fly as far as the wind could take her, her arms outstretched embracing the cool wind as it cradled her body and lifted her up and up.
Cassidy’s eyes were closed her arms outstretched high above her, her hair streaming around her upraised arms and her skirt flowing like a silken stream around her thighs when the wind died. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around her. Her feet were still tethered to the ground her toes still burrowed into the grass. To her right lay the path. Cassidy sighed again as she turned back around towards the path. She affixed a smile to her face as she placed one bare foot onto the rough sandy walkway.
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