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Dec. 5, 2009 The fields were long and wide, marked by deliberate but weak fences that were rusted from decades of intermittent rains. The flowers that grew there were wild but harsh and had not been seen before. They presented with a yellowish brown color and were rough to the touch as it their ancestors had cross pollinated with mean and resilient shrubs or a thorn bush. That ground was hard and the night sky overhead was harder. Electric lights from the cities were far away. A matted and ill-nourished coyote walked past, on the outskirt, passing through, more like a frightened and cautious doe than a coyote. That land was untended, and on the side a stream had dried up but one could see the small gully where water once flowed. In the distance a truck roared past, new and with a sleeping cab, shining brighter than real metal somehow, and the entire length of the thing had small orange lights glowing against the bluest blue paint. Roaring and humming, slightly trembling too somehow, on its way fast, on its way with no thought of abandoned fields with strange and mean flowers and no water. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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