This week's word is Wicked. Check out Lillie McFerrin's blog for other excellent pieces!
I watched her walk along the dust-covered streets, alone with her thoughts. Her long strands of hair caught up in the wicked wind, swirling into a knotted mess above her head. She reminded me of Medusa, and I turned away fearful of being cast into stone. But I wanted to smell the earth and sky in those wild locks of hair; I was prepared to risk whatever evil befell me. As I stepped in the shadows, she disappeared, taking all that once was, with her and leaving me alone with the wicked wind.
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16 comments:
Beautiful!
Thanks pretty lady!
Oh, lovely and haunting!
Thanks Ruth!
Oooo, loved the line where you describe her as Medusa! That was awesome! Great job!
I could feel and hear the wind as I read this!
I read the whole thing - and i felt the wind. :-)
Great writing. xoxo
Thanks for all the wonderful comments ladies!
Who is it that's watching her?! Loved the image of her hair blowing in the wicked wind. Well done Angie!!!!!
OH I really dig this! I'm intrigued. The descriptors are perfect, too. Awesome :)
Thanks Lillie and Jo-Anne!
I got a perfect picture of the woman, with that description of the hair. And the mysterious disappearance ... great. Thank you.
Thanks!
The mysterious aspect is a lot of fun but I really enjoy that hint of menace and how the observer still wanted to be near her, smell her. She is entrancing and you made her that way for me as the reader, too. And the repetition of wicked wind was great. Symmetrical.
Thank you J.M. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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