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...
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I love "weeds thrusting upwards like fists from the underworld"!
ReplyDeleteNice, woke me up out of my dreamworld! Since I live so close to it, I wondered where on 66 you were though. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful descriptions...I can see and feel it!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully descriptive! I can feel the heavy, damp air and see those cottonwood branches. And your description of the blacktop is dead on! Kat
ReplyDeleteI'm with PJ on my favorite line. This was wonderfully vivid. I could see this spot in my mind very clearly. Good writing!
ReplyDeleteReally vivid writing. So vibrant - I could smell the rain!
ReplyDeleteReally vivid entry I loved it I am a really boring writer
ReplyDeleteGreat writing. I could really see this scene.
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Wow, on the descriptions this week. It takes you right there. Great centus this week.
ReplyDeleteLoved that last line. Damn fine job this week.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Jeff! I loved the wonderful imagery and felt the rain falling. Well done.
ReplyDeleteOh, Jeff,
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
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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! :)
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Malisa
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)
ReplyDeleteI love the image your words painted here, Jeff.
You can really write. But you know I already think that don't you?
Was I there? It honestly feels like I was. You know I love your writing, this however is one of my favs by far!
ReplyDeleteThis has tckled my curiosity to know what he was doing lying by the roadside. Where was he going? Intriguing :)
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