No hot sun welcomed her as she rolled her lumbering suitcase along the dull grey tarmac. Waiting for a taxi gave her too much time to reminisce. She would miss the island; so many great evenings spent dancing with the locals, and those fantastic afternoons trying out the best restaurants. Still, holidays make memories but her life was no less filled with joy. She could get back to her faithful cat and catch up with friends; work wasn’t too bad when the boss wasn’t breathing down her neck! She enjoyed her everyday life, but she really would miss that sun.
Even the murky brown puddles became more beautiful
With their still surface reflecting the glowing leaves.
The bright sunlight transforming a gloomy day
To this radiant image that surrounds me
Light filtering softly between leaves
Chasing away the shadows
Such a change from
The dark of an
They said it would stay good
They said it would be sunny
They said and I planned
Planned a day out
Planned a picnic
Planned a walk in the woods
That’s the last time I trust the weather men
I have taken the prompt for 100 word challenge in what i feel is an unexpected direction. The picture to me looked as thou the fried egg had been cooked on a hot pavement so this then sparked my 100 words.
The hot pavement sizzles in the afternoon sun. Gemma’s body grows tired as the heat drains all energy.
The smell of the sticky heat surrounds Gemma in a shroud, each breath more laboured than the last.
Gemma has not walked far before perspiration soaks her thin clothes. She was a fool to walk outside in the full heat of day, but the need to hear from her friend pushed her forwards. Fern had been to London and Gemma longed to hear of fashions and gossip.
Gemma had great news to share; for Gemma had been honoured by an unexpected visitor.
If you wish to take part in the 100 word challenge then here’s the blog page;
I find the words very limiting but that it helps keep my writing precise and fast paced.
Plants adorned with sparkling diamonds
Glistening in the slight breeze
Stand proudly before the field
Absorbing all its colour
The field is stripped of once bright hue
Reduced to a pale green
Though at times it seems as if
The sun has bleached it red
The bold, strong hued plants glisten
Reflecting back the light
What beautiful things I see
When I just take time
Sky you trickster, awaking me from my dreams.
You promised me sunshine, with those golden streams
Of light through my curtains giving a golden glow
The day looked to be perfect, but all just a show
Outside all I see is endless clouds bright
Grey and menacing, in places shining white
I’m now wide awake but feel cheated and lied to
Hoping for a sun filled day but that dream just fell through
I know I talk a lot about weather but when you find
It affects your mood, the weather becomes a sign
Of how you might well feel, I do not know why
I have such a close connection with the sky
But sometimes I just wish to be normal and free.
The butterfly lands by my feet, fearless and beautiful. It flies away again fluttering its red wings with those dark spots. I follow it with my gaze then carefully creep forward only to have it fly high above me head and land back on the path almost as if its inviting me to follow. I creep forward even slower than before; hoping to capture this wonderful creature in a photo but off it goes again leading me back the way I have come. I will not take up the chase, I have only just left the house and I’m enjoying the warmth of the sun far too much to consider turning back. I feel happy and relaxed as a stroll through the field trying to drink in my surroundings.