Car is stuffy,
smells like dried ice cream and
second grade accidents.
Sky is dark; clouds are salmon-pink mountains.
I swear the whole scene is a painting.
Distorted voices echo from seats ahead,
there are no replies.
My head has fallen to my shoulder,
bobbing with the pulse of 100kph,
awkward highway sleep.
Author notes
Option three, I used:
-sky
-fallen
-I swear
-distorted
-voice
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A contest entry
- " If You Were Dead Or Still Alive " by Asabouros..
700 points, ended August 18, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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So sweet. I like it a lot. Great imagery & wording.
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Me thoughts be of contentment, dear wonderbandalice.
I really like this, interesting direction to take the prompt in.
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