Heiress
She'd gone haring off across the southern counties again,
the devil at her heels. Simon, pill bottle in the glove box, spun down dusty
roads and called into the kudzu-soaked woods from his window: Felicia,
Fe-licia. The fullness of shadows answered, reminding him of Georgian nights
spent between her legs. No place for a conservator. Or a cousin, however
distant.
At the crossroads of 53 and 164 he found her. Like a
scarecrow, dangling crucified from the road marker. Hands purple with pokeberry
juice. He convinced her to let go, pushed a pink pill into her cracked mouth.
Whispered, Felicia.
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Wonderful flash. Your use of rich language and staccato style lines is very effective. I loved the line "kudzu-soaked woods". It is so evocative. Being from the UK i have no idea what pokeberry juice is. (Actually, I had to look up kudzu too).
ReplyDeleteWell done, very gripping and creepy. Oh and I want one of those birds too, please:)
ReplyDeleteHeady shot of eerie darkness. You do those snapshots very well. I'm a bit jealous - you always inject an aura of mystery and sadness.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and brilliant -- very you =) Breathtaking atmosphere and I lovelovelove the first sentence!
ReplyDeleteThe bird, sure, but I wanted that crawling skeleton. I´m a crawling skeleton kinda girl! But what was with the price?! Srsly? I think not =(