He looked at the angry sky and wondered if tomorrow would ever come. The tremors had been felt for days now and he had been warned. With an aching knot deep in his gut he knew the time for action had passed. Surrounded by hissing, steam escaped from moist vents like vipers in a pit. He stepped around them. It was hard to tell where the land and sky met as they combusted with the same infernal heat. Like molten lead, heaven and earth had opened up becoming liquefied, dueling in a fight to the death. “It won’t happen again.”
Photo by S. Lindau
Can you figure it out? It is a riddle…
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I think you captured the fiery, ominous quality of your chosen image very well. Nice descriptions, too.
I enjoyed it!
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Thanks Tiyana! I took the photo from my deck!!!
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Oh, wow! What a view. 😀
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Thanks for the blog love and retweet!!
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Love the photo and the idea of Earth being a ‘woman scorned’, LOL. I liked your story a lot!
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Hah! You figured it out Madison! My husband was like “I don’t get it….” Hahaha! He would never do anything to scorn me!!!
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I didn’t get a woman scorned from it either, but rereading it, I think maybe I see it. It’s a good story though.
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Thank you Sonia! I was describing how it was around the house until he said “it won’t happen again.” Hahaha! I try to pack a lot in and this one was a stretch!
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