Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Journey

The sound of distant thunder knocked on the door of my subconscious... the globulous drops of monsoonal rain beat on my face. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the cottonwood branches overhead, and the golden yellow surrounding my periphery...for a brief few moments wondering...you know...that sense one has as you pass the veil that separates dream from awakening.

I stood up, turned around, and headed for the car, parked so nonchalantly in the middle of this abandoned stretch of Rt. 66. Before I could reach the car the rain had ceased. I looked down this lonely stretch of 2-lane, with its deep, dark cracks and weeds thrusting upwards like fists from the underworld. I turned, gazing out to the western sky, pleased to see a rather large and vivid double rainbow...

"Somewhere, over the rainbow..." a sweet and hopeful song that held in its melody and lyrics the portent of possibilities...

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This endeavor at creative writing is done as part of a weekly, prompted, creative writing meme called Saturday Centus. It is sponsored by Jenny Matlock. This week's prompt, "Somewhere over the rainbow...", supplied by Sami. Take a journey to jennymatlock.blogspot.com, and read the creative musings from our other participants...Peace and blessings...

17 comments:

  1. I love "weeds thrusting upwards like fists from the underworld"!

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  2. Nice, woke me up out of my dreamworld! Since I live so close to it, I wondered where on 66 you were though. :)

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  3. Wonderful descriptions...I can see and feel it!

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  4. Wonderfully descriptive! I can feel the heavy, damp air and see those cottonwood branches. And your description of the blacktop is dead on! Kat

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  5. I'm with PJ on my favorite line. This was wonderfully vivid. I could see this spot in my mind very clearly. Good writing!

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  6. Really vivid writing. So vibrant - I could smell the rain!

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  7. Really vivid entry I loved it I am a really boring writer

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  8. Great writing. I could really see this scene.

    =)

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  9. Wow, on the descriptions this week. It takes you right there. Great centus this week.

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  10. Loved that last line. Damn fine job this week.

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  11. Great story, Jeff! I loved the wonderful imagery and felt the rain falling. Well done.

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  12. Oh, Jeff,
    You do have a way with words. "the globulous drops of monsoonal rain," "dark cracks and weeds thrusting upwards like fists from the underworld."
    I love the richness of your prose. Thanks for sharing.

    .......cj

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  13. Wow! Nice job! I was right there with you! Loved your descriptions of the scenery on abandoned Route 66! Now, every time I see weeds, I will see fists thrusting up from the underworld! :)

    I just posted my contribution. Please join me at my blog!

    Malisa

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  14. Portent. Portent. I love that word. I am going to find a way to use that for the rest of the day (and possibly annoy my husband in the process - a win/win situation)

    I love the image your words painted here, Jeff.

    You can really write. But you know I already think that don't you?

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  15. Was I there? It honestly feels like I was. You know I love your writing, this however is one of my favs by far!

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  17. This has tckled my curiosity to know what he was doing lying by the roadside. Where was he going? Intriguing :)

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