It's Saturday! After a long, exhausting week I'm ready to unwind by participating in Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus. Mr. Jenny provides us with a prompt (in bold font) and we let our imaginations run wild and come up with a story of 100 words or less. Take the time to stop by and read the links. It's amazing how much talent is out there.
Gazing at the street, seeing the mountains of snow, icicles hanging from the eaves of houses. She couldn't believe that her family had moved to this frozen wasteland. Hundreds of houses crammed into less space than her grandfather's pasture. Oh, it had it's charms she supposed. The Amish community up the road was a beautiful escape from the dreary suburbs. But this bone chilling, soul deadening cold! She would never get used to it.
Smiling, she opened the glass bottle from the perfume shop. Felt the humid air, heard the cows lowing. Saw grandma hanging the wash.
It’s true, the smell of freshly mowed grass can stay with you for years, for decades, forever.