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This weeks homework
Oct. 13th, 2002 07:14 pmThis is what I've written for my course this week. It's a bit hard to describe the task we were given. Basically we were given a piece of writing similar to this and told to do our own version. The original piece was about baking pie and having an operation. If you can't work out the two events I'm describing then I've done something wrong
Restoration
This'll soon make everything clean she thought as she poured a healthy amount of washing up liquid into the bowl. Beside her a large pile of dirty dishes sat waiting to be made clean, the food on them having dried into something she shuddered to put a name to. There were cups there too, with the last dredges of tea in the bottom. "Cup of tea?" She'd asked the policeman politely while he'd been covering her precious possessions with a silver dust which she just knew wasn't going to come off easily. Bad enough that so many of her things had been stolen, now what she had left was being ruined too. She scrubbed hard, trying to get everything to sparkle. She wanted no reminder of this mess. Everything needed to be clean. Her hands had become wrinkled, clearly having spent too long in the soapy water. "Do you have insurance?" She let the cold water run and began to hold the dishes underneath. The sooner it was finished the better. She just wanted these people gone and out of her house so that she could get everything tidied up. She wanted it back the way it was. Clean. But no matter how hard she scrubbed she knew that there would still be germs. Dirt that couldn't be seen. She supposed it would never be really clean again.
Restoration
This'll soon make everything clean she thought as she poured a healthy amount of washing up liquid into the bowl. Beside her a large pile of dirty dishes sat waiting to be made clean, the food on them having dried into something she shuddered to put a name to. There were cups there too, with the last dredges of tea in the bottom. "Cup of tea?" She'd asked the policeman politely while he'd been covering her precious possessions with a silver dust which she just knew wasn't going to come off easily. Bad enough that so many of her things had been stolen, now what she had left was being ruined too. She scrubbed hard, trying to get everything to sparkle. She wanted no reminder of this mess. Everything needed to be clean. Her hands had become wrinkled, clearly having spent too long in the soapy water. "Do you have insurance?" She let the cold water run and began to hold the dishes underneath. The sooner it was finished the better. She just wanted these people gone and out of her house so that she could get everything tidied up. She wanted it back the way it was. Clean. But no matter how hard she scrubbed she knew that there would still be germs. Dirt that couldn't be seen. She supposed it would never be really clean again.