This assignment was the one where we had to incorporate metaphors, hands, and a certain place.

His soft and slender bony fingers grip the edge of the black pen. He rapidly scrawls words across the blank page that longs to be filled with words and shapes. A heavy weight is in eyes. In deep concentration, his words from the pen begin to transform and create wonderful ideas. His brows are pulled down into deep concentration. Biting the end of his pen, he glances out the window and begins to think once more. He sits at his desk with paper and pen in his house on the rolling hills of green emerald of Ireland. He is now temporarily stuck and blank in mind. His sister Carmen enters the room as he starts getting frustrated with his work. Matt throws up his papers into the air clearly frustrated. “Hey, why are you so upset? The writing will come to you soon. You can’t finish this piece in a day.” Matthew barely stifles a knowing glance at me. “Huh? This isn’t working I know. I need to finish this.” Carmen sighs as her brother rushes to collect up his wrinkled papers. Carmen glances around the messy room. She sees piles of crumpled paper and an empty glass teacup with coffee stains around the rim. She also notices a framed picture embroidered with silver leaves. In the photo is his beautiful girlfriend Tania. With her voluminous black hair, deep brown eyes rimmed with thick black lashes, apple coloured cheeks, and a contagious melody of laughter, and she was his adoration of his life. Unfortunately, he was at home frustrated with his writing, unable to focus and complete a piece. Instantly, an idea sparked like a light bulb into Carmen’s mind. She thought carefully as she put her index finger to her lip. “Matt, write a piece about the love of your life. I’m sure Tania would appreciate it.” Carmen noticed a grin that began to form on his face. “Thanks Carmen.” He immediately turned back to his work. Carmen shrugged and headed back to her room. Matthew rested his head unto the palm of his hand and began to think. Tania at this very moment was out vacationing in Greece for two weeks with her parents and older brother. Today, her plane would be arriving home in the late evening. Matthew sighed. He stared at the picture of the both of them with Tania’s head rested lightly on his shoulder. He began to write Tania’s name in slow and curvy motions. He thought about the sweet scent of her lips, her laughter that was like a beautiful melody, and her soft spoken voice. Matthew thought about the ways she would compose simply art pieces with poems written for him on it. He thought about the way she would immediately grab his hand and swing it and hold unto his for hours. Matthew pictured a moment where they were drenched from the rain at the park last month. He remembered pulling her close by the waist and whispering to her softly “I want to keep you.” After that, she smiled and leaned in to press her lips against his. Matthew felt a rush of adrenaline for the love he felt for her. His words began to flow out more freely as he held the pen with his slender ivory fingertips. “My angel, the sweet sunshine of my day, my everything…” He continued to write. This was it, Matthew thought. It was the inspiration of his day, his masterpiece. A feeling of happiness rushed within him. This was one of the finer things in life, composing a letter to his love. Matthew stood up and looked out the window. He glanced at the clock: 6:45pm the screen read in bold blue green letters. He squinted out the window amongst the rolling green hills of emerald. For what felt like ten minutes, Matt spotted a small and slender figure in the distance with long flowing black hair in the wind. His heart instantly was beating at a rapid pace. Closer the figure came. Matthew sucked in his breath. Closer…
His groaned as he realized it wasn’t Tania in the distance. It was a girl who had the same hair as her and tanned brown skin as her. Matthew slumped into the couch. Immediately after that, the bell rang. In the doorway, a girl with lightly tanned brown skin and a carved smile on her face stood. She held a huge umbrella. Her skin had light droplets of rain on it. Tania. Matthew swept her into his arms. “How was Greece?” Tania held his arm held tight. “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I’ll tell you all about it.” As they stepped outside unto the porch, they both could see misty coloured rain with the rolling green hills. Tania grinned a mischievous grin at Matthew. Matthew chuckled. “What are you up to now?” She held an old fashioned Polaroid camera. As they began to talk, Tania rummaged into her pocket and handed Matthew a soft and brown leather bracelet with “I’m keeping you forever.” The words were carved in gold letters. Matthew handed her his folded letter. He sighed peacefully. He couldn’t wait. Tania sat on the bench and read. She loved every part.