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September 13, 2005
Shiny new red apple bicycle
Hen and chick we set out. She was being all Geena Davis about Stuart Little. We found our plane on a runway and I was Tobey Maguire on Seabiscuit. The gun went off and we were streaking across a campus in the 70’s. I was Maria on the mountain top in the Sound of Music. Lance Armstrong with his yellow jersey on with the wind Harry Potter after the snitch in my hair. The Titanic had set sail from England. And all of a sudden she was the man in the moon and I was Ron Weasley playing Quidditch. Calvin and Hobbes on a sled. Another one bites the dust and I was Kenny at the end of a South Park episode. But I was also Kenny at the beginning of the next episode. So like Lisa Simpson now. And each time since it’s Simon and Garfunkel in Central Park.
Nanette Savides
Posted by lcissavides at September 13, 2005 10:22 PM
Comments
I found I could relate to your metaphor story, and I really enjoyed reading it. I understand practically all the metaphors you found and creatively employed, and all together, they really produce this powerful feeling that a classical story would obviously not be able to do.
Posted by: Allie at September 15, 2005 01:03 AM