Friday, October 22, 2010


Prompt: Describe a landscape as seen by an old woman whose horrible old husband has just died.



I breathed out the sky and the churning goose-down clouds. I spoke the cold air that whistled through the trees and drew out the creatures.

I sat down and my chair grew to suit me, bleeding color into the house that had been black and white and barrenly clean for far too long. When I thought I would freeze to death I went back inside and left my outerwear strewn across the floor in a new kind of scenery.

Notes: I am not going to do a penance for the 22nd because I haven't been to bed yet :) but I promise that I won't need a penance for the 23rd

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