Beginning

Unless you know the ending, what the hell difference does it make where you begin the story?  And because neither you nor I know where this is going to end up, I might as well start on a rainy morning, just like any other in this godforsaken town that has been dressed up like a cheap hooker.  When clouds gather in the air above the tall buildings, the first thing that happens is the ability of us mortals caught down below to breathe within the venous networks of asphalt, spit and plastic becomes damn near impossible.  The build up of pressure within the air achieves a point at which one can reach out and push back against the invisible bubble.  Those daft enough to be caught out of doors at such a time will find they have sweat so much their clothes are soaked without any rain having fallen.  Then a single icy gust will whip down the concrete valleys to announce the imminence of the first drops of rain.  And those first drops are always tentative, almost apologetic, but they are soon pushed out of the way by massive, angry bullets of water straining against gravity to find something, anything, to smash into so that they can be liberated into a thousand little droplets which inevitably rediscover one another in streams that rush into the storm drains grinning beside the sidewalks.

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13 thoughts on “Beginning

  1. Mike

    A great piece of writing.
    So much imagery in such a a short account – I loved the idea of the ‘god forsaken town dressed up like a cheap hooker’ and also the description of the rain coming, first as tentative, apologetic drops and then massive, angry bullets.
    Thanks for a great read.

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  2. Evelyn

    “venous networks of asphalt” really? thats an insanely crafted image. I was so impressed, I involuntarily swore aloud after reading it.
    “the storm drains grinning beside the sidewalks” SO creepy! chills.
    wow, all the images in the last couple of pieces, you seem like a literary runaway.
    You need to nano all the time.
    And why does this make me feel like a moth pinned to a board in some mad taxidermist haunted basement?
    “us mortals caught down below”
    I remain such a fan of your talents.

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  3. Janece

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! Grateful for having made your acquaintance through blogging! 🙂 Many blessings to you!

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    1. scribbla Post author

      Thank you. We do not have Thanksgiving over here, but that is absolutely no excuse not to say thank you for your encouragement and wonderful stories on your site. I too, am very pleased to have met you here on WordPress. I hope you have a wonderful day surrounded by people that you love and that love you back.

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  4. Madison Woods

    I loved everything about this. The intensity, the anger, the imagery and similes. Perfect.

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  5. Dave Farmer

    Oh man that was superb! That’s some top notch description there, I love how those first drops of rain can feel apologetic, but until they shoot like bullets. And drains grinning…brilliant. Loved it.

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