Kiddush Cup Descriptive Writing

As I ran to get the beckoning phone, the shining, smooth floor let me glide along while still holding my grip. I paid little attention to the Kiddush cup sitting on the black, heavy granite countertop. Passing the cup, an anomalous force decided to eliminate my predetermined path to the phone. The floor agrees with this force and released me from its sturdy grip. I felt my hand hit an object on the counter. I saw the ceiling turn from a steady picture to a constant, blurry picture. My body felt free from gravity as I was suspended in air. My hands, knowing from past experience, plant and root themselves into the ground – to protect my head – the ground, the only steady thing in my world of movement and weightlessness terminates all motion. My wrists crack and my legs smash onto the wooden boards. …show more content…
It hit the solid ground with a sound so loud it could wake the dead. I turned and cowered to block the debris from burying itself in my skin. I turned back and saw a 150-year-old Kiddush cup broken into a 150 pieces. My soul felt cold and dark as if I had just killed someone. Every sound was muffled and everything bright was dimmed. The once luminous windows were now empty holes. The sound of the phone now sounds like a crying moan. I stood there with my legs cemented to the ground and my eyes hooked on the remnants of the cup. I wanted to cry, but my body wanted me to feel this sense of emptiness and sorrow for as long as possible. Once I broke the spell of darkness, the creaking sound of the front door enters the room. I felt beads of sweat start to come down my face. My mother entered the room and I stared at her with scared