By Jeanne Althouse
She came for the party, but what she took back was thousands of white blossoms from acres of roadside blooming almond trees. Through the buggy windshield, she heard the trees, yelling with flowers, a cacophony across the meadow. Like rows of playground children, branches up, excited to be chosen.
She tucked them into her eyes. Their white petals overflowed her pupils. When she blinked they scattered like the dust of fallen snow.
Because the party, where she knew so few, where the host was rude and distracted, where the cake gave her stomach cramps, was not the moment she would remember.
Ah yes…some incredible, incredible imagery and use of words! “…trees yelling with flowers…”, “…playground children, branches up…” Loved it! This one is a Winner.
Beautiful!
I very much like how you’ve evoked feeling and emotion through the steady but sure build up of detail and imagery. I look forward to reading the next one.
So fine. So very fine.
Lovely!
An extraordinary story. Beautifully conceived and written.
A beautiful piece. Thankyou
I especially like the middle paragraph. A great way to talk about the idea of focusing one one part of a memories as a means of blotting out what we’d rather forget.
Love the trees yelling with flowers imagery.
very nice imagery