The air was filled with the smoke and stench of the burning craft. It felt like a sanctity – the sanctity of this previously untouched space in yellow rock and sparse forest – had been desecrated. Death had trespassed, and its surly presence lingered. I, the eagle above, noticed.
– Niebla ( © 2009 )
Written using seven words from Café Writing: air, burning, craft, eagle, sanctity, space, surly, trespass.
“I the eagle” ~ a powerful final affirmation of a dynamic persona! Fascinating piece!
Wow, you’re able to use those words in a few sentences! Flash fic, for sure. Powerful in imagery. I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you!
First, your words are always so powerful, that whenever I come here, I am awestruck.
Second, please accept my apologies for taking SO long to visit.