I want to know what's in the box Lennie's carrying, and why are he and Raitt (great name) out in the scary post-industrial boonies? I collected all my prompt writings into one file to see how much "novel" I've got--only 3,500 words. Meh, barely 2 Nano-days worth, interesting ideas though and I'm loving the characters as they emerge. I'm also liking only having small snips of what seems like a much bigger story, kind of like how Svar emerged in Jenny's paper people story, or the jagged tips of icebergs that thrust and plunge in a frigid sea.
The ancient limestone thrusts its jagged and tortured bones above the sea that swirls angrily at its base. The grinding waves shove broken pieces back and forth, polishing them into a semblance of smoothness. You can tell how long the pieces have been exposed. The dark just-revealed parts grasp the skin like Velcro, leaving hundreds of tiny cuts behind; the older pieces are smooth and bleached nearly white. Underwater when a Parrotfish takes a bite of coral for the juicy polyps it contains the scar left behind is white. But the cliffs that bare themselves to the pounding waves are nearly black. The dark color lends an air of menace to the already forbidding rocks that jut like rotten jagged teeth from the foaming salty saliva of the earth.
Have a day!
--Barbara
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