She leaned her head back against trunk, with a few tangled pieces catching on the bark. The blue birds moved on and landed a few branches away. She dropped her hands to her side, with her legs still pulled close to her body.
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Well, that is the most my brain seems to want to let out tonight. I plan to write some more this weekend, so more to come soon.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
Exposition Practice
The wind blew through her yellow locks. The church bell chimed. Nearby, families were pushing into the pews. Mothers urging children toward the front, while fathers shook hands in the foyer. The tree rustled. She looked up to catch sight of a pair of blue birds flitting through open patches of branches and leaves.
She pulled her legs up under her chin and pulled herself against a tree nearby. As her back brushed up against the trunk, flakes of tree bark fell to the soft ground. The blue of her shoes were barely recognizable through the mud built up from her walk through the late night rain.
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