I wish I were

Welcome to The Spot Writers.

The task for this prompt is to write a story with a strong focus on one of the four elements: earth, air, wind, or fire. The element can be literal or metaphorical, such as a character with a fiery personality.

This week’s contribution comes from Chiara De Giorgi. Chiara is currently in Berlin, Germany, doing her best to catch up with semi-abandoned writing projects. Her YA novel “Mi chiamo Elisa” was published in Italy by “Le Mezzelane Casa Editrice” in September 2020 and recently in Turkey with the title “Benim adım Elisa”. Her children's book “Şebnem ve Schrödinger’in Kedisi” was just published in Turkey by Sia Kitap and in Italy with the title: “Chiara e il Gatto di Schrödinger”.

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I wish I were

by Chiara De Giorgi

 

Photo credits: Unsplash

If I were air…

I would be a strong wind, an impetuous gust. I would pick up one who, trapped by invisible borders, cannot move from their land. I would lift them up, I would carry them far away. I would take with us the scents from their home, so they’ll live forever in their memory. Then I would become a soft breeze and gently deposit them in a new place, offer them one last hug before letting go.

 

If I were water…

I would be a clear and placid pool, making everything green and serene and pleasant around me just by being there. I would become a wave in the ocean, to play with the dolphins and the seagulls that fly free in the sky. I would be a roaring torrent that carries downstream impurities and errors and leaves the mountain clean and intact.

 

If I were fire…

I would be the flame of a candle breaking through the darkness, burning the words of a spell, written on a slip of paper by a benevolent witch. I would carry her wish to heaven, I would hold her hopes with me. Then I would become a bonfire that crackles and spreads warmth, that melts the chill clutching a heart.

 

If I were earth…

I would be dark, rich, soft. I would cherish the seeds entrusted to me, I would nurture and nestle them, and I would rejoice to see them grow, strengthen, extend until they pierce the surface and rise to the sky. I would be proud of them, pleased with the part I played in their growth.

 

If I were…

But I’m just a little dreamer.

I cannot fly, quench, burn, nurture.

I can only dream and offer my dreams to others.

Thus, perhaps, I can do, be… all.

 

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The Spot Writers—Our Members:

Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/

Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com/

Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/