Monday, April 4, 2011

We Are A Hurricane

Beyond, just to the right, a river as deep as it was wide rested. A brisk wind tossed the waters on smooth curves, carting the scent of fish and salt from the not-so-distant ocean in mouthfuls. Palm trees speckled the healthy green and dusty sand, some blending in amid the stilts of flanking houses, raised to avoid the threat of harmful floods. The road was a dark snake swallowed by the tires of her vehicle only to be spit back out behind her, motionless and tired in the suburban tall grass. She rolled up her window in hopes of saving what little of her curls that hadn’t already been tossed awry. Content ebbed at her senses; welcome yet not quite ready to settle. Part of her said that it was impolite to drop in so unexpectedly. When she rounded the second curve and saw her childhood in delicate blue, the memories that swelled there greatly outweighed any hint of unease.
The roof came to a sharp point, its walls a combination of glass panels and sheets of treated wood. The balcony’s rails stretched out, past the kitchen below, a crisp white from afar but no doubt still as chipped and weathered as it had always been. Something hung there, limp—until the breeze caught, displaying it as an oddly colored fish with a gaping mouth and two strings that kept it in place. The breeze fell and it became an unrecognizable lump once more. Narrow stairs wrapped along the farthest side, came down and disappeared into an addition that had been secured beside the car port. A white truck with decals on the cab window bathed in the shade of the structure.
As she pulled up onto the rise of the drive and parked, she noticed a wide piece of drift wood that had been set out against the base of one of the stilts. On it, in crooked yellow and orange paint, were the words “Honk for Service.” She felt a wry smile grow on her features but she didn’t honk. Instead, she climbed out, careful not to make too much noise as she closed the car door.

-- Aw, I never finished this and now I don't quite remember where it was going. omo

Question of the Day:
Do you know how to freeze time without too many horrible side effects?


  1. I liked the feel of this ouo. A lot. But, alas, I do not know how to freeze time.

  2. @QotD: Depends on your definition of horrible.