Flash fiction: 100 words

 

Sequoia sempervirens in Redwood National Park
Image via Wikipedia

The artist lay on her back gazing at the sky. A few clouds grew overhead like leavened dough. The bright sun warmed her face. She smiled at the peace she felt. She could hear the trees rustling in the light breeze.
Her mind wandered and wondered about her next painting. What inspiration would the sky and the sounds of nature breathe into her being, her brush, and onto her canvas?
Suddenly, a tree cracked in the woods nearby.
Broken trees.
Rotting stumps giving fodder for moss, lichens, and fungi.
Growth.
Warmth.
Nourishment.
That’s it!
A loaf of steaming hot bread.
 

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4 thoughts on “Thought travel

  1. Mmm. Fantastic. Just fantastic. Those last staccato lines really finish it off well. My favorite part is: “What inspiration would the sky and the sounds of nature breathe into her being, her brush, and onto her canvas?” Great job. Also, I would really love to see a redwood tree like that in real life! I can’t even imagine how trees could be that big!!!

    1. Wow! Thanks! That is a pretty neat line, isn’t it? 🙂
      I’ve checked out your site only briefly so far… it’s a “follow.”
      Nice writing! Keep up the good words!

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