Point of View (Writing 101)

Writing 101: Day Nine. Point of View

A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

POV 1: The man

Friends w BenefitsToday would mark three years since James and Leonie met in this very park. It had been a chilly autumn afternoon and James had noticed Leonie on the pathway walking towards him wearing a fitted red cable sweater dress. The rest, as they say, is history.

This morning, Leonie accepted James’ proposal of marriage. She’d made him the happiest man in the world, he said, as he shed a tear and hugged her. To celebrate, James suggested that they go for a stroll through the park to relive that wonderful day when they first met.

After lunch at The Papparazzi, they headed out to Fletcher’s Park. A light autumn breeze was stirring the fallen leaves on the pathway as they strolled hand in hand. The afternoon sunlight was just making its way through the trees that lined the path, creating a type of ethereal vision before them. As they rounded a bend on the pathway, he noticed a woman seated on a park bench and kitting a small red cable sweater. He’s been crying spontaneously ever since.

POV 2: The woman

Leonie strolled hand in hand with her new fiance, James, through Fletcher’s Park. He had proposed to her this morning before lunch and she had accepted. He wasn’t her first choice, but he was more stable and mature than any of her previous boyfriends. He always connected with her on an emotional level and was always full of empathy. But he had an annoying habit of bursting into tears at the slightest good news. This morning, for instance, after he proposed, he’d started crying.

They continued their stroll down the pathway, the combination of warm sun and cool breeze creating a serene moment in this quiet and shady section of the park. Leonie’s eyes followed a leaf blowing along the ground away from them. As they rounded a corner, she noticed an old woman seated on a park bench knitting something red.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James wipe something from his eye. Oh god, was he crying again?

POV 3: The old woman

Knit 1, purl 1, knit 1, purl 1, knit  — damn!

Lynda just noticed on reaching row 26 that she had dropped a stitch three rows prior to this one. She cursed under her breath when she realized that there was no way around it and she had to unravel the last three rows if she was ever to finish this sweater in a timely manner. She had promised her daughter that she would finish the red doggie sweater for her Maltese, but this was starting to become more of a chore.

Today, for the first time, too, the weather had co-operated enough for Lynda to venture outside and catch some fresh air in the park. She had settled on a quiet park bench out of the way of too many afternoon strollers and was knitting away quite lost in her own thoughts. That’s possibly when she dropped the stitch. Damn!

As she searched through the sweater to see if she could repair the problem in an easier manner, a couple strolled past her, holding hands. Lynda could have sworn she heard the man starting to sob as he passed her.

No, she dismissed the idea, He probably just has an allergy or a cold, she mused, and started unraveling the last three rows.

6 replies

  1. When they talk about “a man and his shed” they don’t normally mean “shedding tears”. Great stuff!


  2. This reminds me of a trilogy of plays from about 40 years ago — “The Norman Conquests”. Each play took place in a different room, and as the characters left one room, they would enter a different play. Each play left a different impression about what was happening, and only after the third play, was it obvious what the characters had been trying to hide.

    Thanks for the memories.


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