Thursday, October 6, 2011
This week, I want you to take me there.
Where is up to you: Someplace real? Imaginary? From your past? In your future? It can be fiction or creative non-fiction. But make your descriptions so rich that I can’t help but feel like I’m right there.
What do you see? What does the air feel like? Smell like? What are you stepping on? Who else is there with your character or you? Time? Weather?
Close your eyes, paint the picture in your mind, and then use your words to paint it for me.
You have 200 words. Go. For. It! Take me there, baby! Then come back Friday and link up!
If Naddnē closed her eyes, she could strip away the years. See the forest that framed her
The smell of trees pushing up from fertile earth. Multiple greens gracing their boughs. The promise of fruits, full of sticky sweetness dripping down chubby cheeks and chins.
A symphony of bird song, dadeedeedee, cheercheerprettyprettypretty, beebeebee,the melody underscored by the heavy drone of honey bees. Feathers fluttering in the in leaf tinted light.
Children playing games, hiding, chasing, their high pitched giggles filling the treetops and
She opened her eyes.
The trees were dull through the mist. The dripdripdrip of moisture from leafless limbs.
Listless clack of broken branches against sodden trunks.
No birdsong, no nests in the empty trees. No buzz of bees, or fluttering wings.
No children running through the moldy leaves. The sweet, sickly smell of rot released with each squishing step.
Only Naddnē, trying to wish back the multiple green of the leaves.
Naddnē was first introduced here , she's a part of me, I think.