Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Scent on the Wind

The wind ripped across the field, pulling the dust and dead leaves into the air and sending them flying outwards into new lands.  She watched the cloud grow like a bubble and then spread, depositing a layer of filth across the leaves of the corn husks.  They too were yellow and withered and she knew the fruit within would be small and tough to the teeth.

Above, the sun continued its relentless deluge of heat and even as she stood there she felt her brow burning with its intensity.  It had seemed to her like a tyrant of late, unforgiving and overwhelming; demanding that everything it touched bow to it and surrender absolutely.  Everything had. 

But in the midst of the dried out land her nose detected the scent of life.  Just a hint of moisture in the wind- the faintest whiff of green things.  She knew rain was coming.

11 comments:

  1. Like the dust bowl during the Great Depression. Very descriptive.

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    1. Exactly what I was thinking of, glad it came through.

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  2. I love the deep descriptions and imagery. You should remember this post when you need to describe a villain, as your sun imagery is intense. We just got some rain in the night and it was soooo heavenly after a few weeks of sun.

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  3. I picked that up, too, Beverly. You made me feel like I was there! Thanks for stopping by the PPW blog today. :)

    ~Debbie

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  4. Great imagery. I loved the last line! It popped out at me. Well done!

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  5. This is good!
    Flash fiction is definitely something you're good at.

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  6. I'd take that rain right now, let alone in the harshness of that time.

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  7. You've captured the scents perfectly. Nice job!

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  8. Great imagery Bev. Also great use of the senses!

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  9. Fantastic flash fiction - you *go* with your bad self:)

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  10. This is beautifully written Beverly! Her nose knows more than most meteorologists!

    Julie

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