*Writing practice: to take a provocative image and immerse myself in the imaginary world, writing from a particular character point of view, emotion, or etc.
Wisconsin Death Trip image
The family was all together for that picture, Ricky who now goes by Richard, Stella, Andrew, Bacon, Molly, Eliza, Betty and me, Mattie or Matilda if I don’t know you. Ma and Pa had been long dead but Stella really wanted us to pose for a family portrait before we were “scattered to the winds” as she likes to say. Elia and Betty and I coordinated our colors of dresses, maroon or a deep red, but Molly decided she wanted to wear green. Ricky talked about the possibility of pictures showing the real colors of things and not just black and white and everyone laughed at him except for me, I can imagine that future where the colors of everyday life are preserved and cherished by those to come.
Stella tried to boss us all into place as she always does, thinks she’s the mother which I guess makes sense since she did take over after Ma and Pa died. What is a true miracle is that they didn’t take any of us with them in their sickness. They just went to sleep one night and never got up. What was their sickness anyhow? We will probably never know, that’s what Stella says.
CELLOPHANE 