Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Hot - a 50-word photostory

It’s grows out of your control. That comfortable warm feeling overheats. You walk down the street trailing sparks. Smoke distorts everything. Every excuse, every argument, every plea. It moves beyond you. Everything stokes the flames. You long for it to burn out. You wake up in terror of the cold.

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Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

Jane had thought cattle branding cruel. She'd watched the white rainbows over the calves' pupils as they tried to escape the pain of belonging. When she met Cowboy Jim, she stopped feeling sorry for them. Jane's own pain would take longer than a day to fizzle to a cold scar.