600 seconds - Field of Flowers

[yellowhorde]

Sunday, April 10, 2005
10:44:48 PM

I found this interesting LJ community, 600seconds doing a search under 'writing prompts.' I thought it was rather interesting, but I can't join because I can't log in to Live Journal on my home computer. But I can join tomorrow at work. I don't see myself posting anything at the community, but it is an interesting exercise.

Today's prompt was:
FIELD OF FLOWERS

Bright yellow for as far as the eye could see. A sea of happiness unexplored, unblemished. Torry knew these thoughts were more than a bit over dramatized, so much purple prose nonsense, but it didn't matter. The field that stretched out before her filled her with such a wonderful sense of peace. It erased the darkness in her heart and made her smile even if only for a moment. And if felt good to smile. To not frown or worry. Good to feel alive again.

If only for a moment.

A cool spring breeze caressed her cheek, carrying with it the scents of fresh grass and moist earth. But under these pleasant smells was something much darker. Less pleasant. The low, nose wrinkling smell of worm. The rot of death, the stink of eternity.

She breathed deeply these smells, all of them, and let them fill her up, make her clean. Her eyes wandered up to the boiling sky and she knew that the rain would come at any moment. Sighing heavily, she turned her back on the sunny field that was in such contrast to the sky above and the rest of her life as she knew it. She raised her umbrella as the first few drops fell from the heavens and the only sounds around her were the blowing of the wind, the hiss of the rain, and the dull clack of her heels on the concrete of the road.

Now, as she sat behind the wheel of her mother's car, her mind was pulled once again the field of flowers that was retreating behind her. Daffodils. They had been her mother's favorite flowers. So bright and yellow. Friendly and warm. Just like her mother. At least the mother everyone thought she had been.

But behind that sunshine smile was a sharp tongue and a vicious temper. But the only one who knew this side of her mother was her only daughter. And no one would have believed Torry if she had bothered to tell them. If she had been brave enough, foolish enough to speak the truth.


END OF 600 SECONDS