Ekphrasis Exercise- Stephanie
Couturier’s “Barendrecht”
The little
girl looked at the houses across the water. They looked nice, she thought. Like
nice people would live there. Their lawns were freshly cut; the orange one on
the right had a patio table and chairs. The people inside probably had summer
cookouts and barbeques there. They each had a small dock, the perfect height
for jumping into the water. Her daddy bought supplies to make one, but hadn’t
been able to start yet. It was just sitting in the backyard, waiting to be
made. The girl looked at her own backyard, and winced. She hoped the kids
across the water wouldn’t think her dirty or weird. When she asked her daddy
why it wasn’t green, but all dirt, he said, “Because no one had lived here in a
very long time. Now go grab your suitcase out of the car and put it in your
room.”
As she
stood there, she was careful not to touch the windowsill. There were dead bugs
laying on it, covered with a large layer of dust. The rest of the house needed
a deep clean too. She felt like she was the only person who had been in her
room in years, and felt afraid to touch anything for fear of disturbing
something that had been there long before her.
As the days
went by, the house became friendlier. Her mommy and daddy showed the men where
to put the furniture, and even let her help, so that it started to feel just
like their old house. They got TV one day, and Internet the next. Her mommy
helped her hang up her pictures in her room, and unpack the many boxes, piled
almost up to her ceiling. There were boxes piled everywhere, and sometimes she
would see one that would be in the wrong place, like when there was one labeled
“kitchen” in her bathroom, and she would tell her daddy and he would move it.
Everyday
she looked out the window at the houses across the street. Sometimes she saw
people moving around the house, and if she were lucky, the kids would come
outside and play. There were three of them, two boys who seemed to be about her
age, and one girl who looked a little younger. The house on the right had a
dog, a golden retriever, and the kids would play ball with him. Sometimes he
would even jump into the water!
After about
a week of living there, while she was watching them play together, one of the
boys looked up and saw her staring. Not knowing what to do, the little girl
ducked down below the windowsill, out of sight. Breathing heavily, she peeked
back up to see if they were still looking, only to find that they were gone. Confused,
she looked inside each window to see if they had gone in. Finding nothing, her
heart started to beat faster. What if they saw her, and told their parents?
What if they told her parents? She would get in trouble for spying! The
doorbell rang, and she heard her mommy walk from the kitchen to answer it. She
ran towards the door, hiding behind the wall that separated the foyer and the
living room. It was them! The boys and girl from across the street! Heart
racing, she tried to listen to what they were saying.
“Melanie,”
her mommy yelled, “there are some kids here who want to play with you.” Melanie
crept around from behind the wall, not sure she heard her correctly. Her mommy
smiled and said, “this is Paul, George, and Sally. They live across the water.”
“Hi,” she
said, looking down, “I’m Melanie.”
“Do you
want to come over and play with us? We were playing sailor.” Melanie agreed,
and beaming, walked towards the door. She thinks she might like it here after
all.
