SUNDAY PICTURE PRESS: Fifty Days

Posted: August 19, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

The wonderful Indigo Spider has given of herself to offer us, her online friends, the incentives and encouragement to write stories, poems, songs, drabbles, and God knows what else.  Without her self-less initiative to drive us to great or greater heights of artistic empowerment, many of us (me included) would find ourselves sinking into the pit of obscurity.  Thank you MS. SPIDER http://indigospider.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/sunday-picture-press-twistless/

 

Jason sat quietly under the young Ash tree.  The hour was quite late and the sodium vapor light glowed a fiery echo of God’s radiance on the day.  Thinking back on the last few hours, Jason felt small.  Jason’s world had crashed.  What happened?

Half a world away Jennifer sat in the shade of M1 Abrams tank.  Shrouded in sand, the orange smoldering orb of the sun burned though the khamseen, an Arabic term meaning “fifties” and refers to a dry, dust-filled windstorm that often blows sporadically over fifty days.

Jenny had given up.  Their lives were separate.  Fifty days of wind-blown sand had shriveled Jenny’s outlook.  Jason was too far removed from her desires, from her experiences, from her days here in Afghanistan.

At the last military compound, Jenny composed an E-mail, a “DEAR JOHN” letter.  The circumstances were certainly reversed, but the outcome is the same.  She wanted out. She couldn’t breathe anymore.  The sand clogged her eyes, blocked her ears, eroded her memories, and depleted her reserves.

Fifty days and the world has changed.

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Comments
  1. scribbla says:

    How did I miss this?
    I like the bleakness and brevity of it all. The atmosphere is suffocating and heavy. Hopeless. Like Indigo inferred, it made me think of an apocalyptic war scene too.

  2. […] Fifty Days by Verbose She Is, Verbose She Writes […]

  3. Indigo Spider says:

    Wow, amazing story! It’s funny you have Jenny as a soldier because when I first saw the photo the first thing that popped into my mind was “orange napalm Sunday,” no clue why. You really connected the photo brilliantly to the story, yet in a completely surprising way.

    Also, in regards to your intro, you are very welcome. It really isn’t self-less, though, since I get to devour fantastic stories each week 🙂

  4. this picture has birthed some amazing creativity this week including right here. well done.

    • chesshirecat says:

      Yes, it has Joss, thanks for stopping by. It’s been such a tiresome week, I still need to drop by the rest of the posts by our fellows…and do a relaxing stroll down blog lane and read. Thank you.

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