A tired seagull heaves itself up, into the air, narrowly missing a dark bumper. The acrid, metallic scent of exhaust fumes nausiate me. As I open my mouth to speak a cold sooty dryness latches itself to my tongue, and my lips pucker in disgust. A loud horn sounds from behind me and a grunty engine revs into life. My fingers fly up to my cheeks in fright. At each point contact, an icyness trickles out; seeping through the warm flesh.
A tired seagull heaves itself up, into the air, narrowly missing a dark bumper.
ReplyDeleteThe acrid, metallic scent of exhaust fumes nausiate me.
As I open my mouth to speak a cold sooty dryness latches itself to my tongue, and my lips pucker in disgust.
A loud horn sounds from behind me and a grunty engine revs into life.
My fingers fly up to my cheeks in fright. At each point contact, an icyness trickles out; seeping through the warm flesh.
By Me :P
I actually had a really good time. Yum food, great discussion. Thought I might get more points for being 'deep' and 'emotional' though. hehe.
ReplyDeleteFor sure more points for the deep stuff, but glad you had fun as well! Thanks for the posts.
ReplyDeleteOOPS! I wrote that last comment while Tom was signed in to this computer (Not Mr. Thom - another Tom!) The comment was from me, Tia!
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