Each detail is like the stroke of a brush on blank canvas, filling in detail and completing the picture in the reader’s mind.Your challenge this week is to practice your powers of observation. Take any person, place, or event, and write three paragraphs describing your subject in great detail.
The yellow glow from the fireflies flickered in and out in the late August heat, the sunlight fading into dusk. In the front yard of an old southern mansion, under an old weeping willow, a small boy sat pushing a red truck around him in a circle. His mother hadn’t yet called him in for dinner, so outside he stayed, pushing his red truck.
The fading light of the afternoon sun shone on his auburn hair, picking up the faintest flecks of gold. The humidity of the Louisiana summer seemed to have no visible effect on him. His white shirt was clean and pressed, his black pants seemed not to bother him, despite the oppressive heat. His feet were bare, the only sign that he was aware of the weather.
On a path near the old southern mansion a woman stood, staring at the young boy with his red truck. She saw the boy clearly, though she did not see any shoes sitting in the soft, green, manicured lawn. She listened and did not hear any noise coming from the boy. It was beginning to get dark so she decided to remind the boy that his mother probably wanted him inside for dinner. Her heart froze in her chest when she approached the boy and he simply vanished in front of her eyes.