vision obscured
ice frosted
opaqueness
glaring
diffused light
driving blind
~kat~
Monthly Archives: February 2018
Off the Grid
“Oh no. You can’t be serious. We’re not staying here!”
“You told me you wanted an adventure on a budget, Sarah. Besides, the real adventure is out there!” Claude pointed at the tropical jungle spilling over the shoreline of the Rio Dulce.
“We’ll see about that!” Sarah huffed.
After a quick check-in to the Henry
Berrisford, Claude whisked Sarah away to the Siete Altares in the heart of Livingston’s tropical forest.
When they returned that night, Sarah easily drifted to sleep. “Claude was right,” she smiled, “I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us tomorrow!”
~kat
98 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers‘ flash fiction challenge based on the photo above by JS Brand.
Roadkill Cherita
black crow, cackles,
buzzards prowl, circling
predators in black on blue
cars swerve around roadkill,
a heap of fur, unrecognizable,
its death vapors rising
~kat~
I swerved ’round a dead skunk on the road this morning on my way to work, slightly smashed from tire treads, a fluff of black, red and white. The sky natives were restless. And so, another Cherita documenting life on the edge of drear.
The Star City
I created a collage of the things I love most about the eclectic valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains that I call home. The quirky, the sprawling city with a small town vibe, the artsy culture, the mountain views in every direction and the century old neighborhood where I live….I’m quite fond of my home town. It’s a pretty cool place, and my entry for this week’s Wednesday Photo Challenge, “Tour Guide”.
“Y’all come see us sometime!” I might be heard saying in my Chicago twanged clip (a hint of the Midwest where I was born and raised), which raises eyebrows with the locals who are quick to retort in their slow, smooth, southern drawl, “You’re not from around here are ya…” Be that as it may, I’m here to stay.
~kat
Rain Grey – A Cherita
Raindrops on double-layered, resin-laminated glass
heavy, grey fog obscures the distant mountain vista;
scrawny winter trees, black-wet, line acres of partitioned asphalt
I sit, sipping jasmine, sugar-sweet tea under fluorescent yellow strobes
and see my red fiat 500c sandwiched between two SUV’s, my escape from the madness
what I wouldn’t give for a puddle to stomp but the grated abyss has devoured it
~kat
Another view from Cubicle-World on this bleak winter’s day captured a la Cherita. I typically lunch at my desk…blah…blah…blah. And occasionally I am pleasantly interrupted from the drear by my muse…or maybe it is just the rain. 🙂
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