The further I walked down the old access road, the more dilapidated the asphalt became. Tombstone-sized chunks broke off the shoulders, and deep, gaping cracks stretched like spiderwebs across the abandoned drive.
At the drop-off where the blacktop finally ended, the expansive beach was reclaiming its territory. Swirls of sand, tiny dust devils of fine, white grit, danced around my ankles.
Somewhere out beyond the sandbar, the road picked up again. It was hard to imagine a busy highway was once part of this landscape.
I left a withered wreath at the border between my past and future.
This week’s challenge is inspired by “Flowers,” by Talking Heads
A perfect opening to a Dystopian novel
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Love it! I’ll second every post that precedes mine.
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Gorgeous!!
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Just love the colors in this as well as the dried condition of the flowers.
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That is one of the finest ending lines I’ve read, hands down.
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what Robert said
I like how you flipped the sarcasm of the song and turned it into sad and thoughtful. This was so strong and descriptive.
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That is beautiful, succinct and eloquent – your description skills are sublime – this post is awesome.
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