The week’s been crazy since giving my 2 weeks at the day job, and I needed to catch up on some writing. Lillie gave another great prompt to work with, so here are five for my WIP, If a Tree Falls:
Up close, it looked like cotton balls pulled into thin, clinging wisps. Farther ahead, the fuzz coalesced into impenetrable clouds of white obscuring the landscape around me. I wanted to take comfort in the insulated feel of the world, like I claimed a private piece of it all for me, but instead, the fog cut me off, isolated me. I put my fingers to my lips and let loose a sharp whistle in three quick bursts. I closed my eyes and willed my body still as I listened—prayed, even—for an answering cry.
Let me know what you think. Comments and feedback are always welcome!