Hear the wind and taste the sky
I heard the lemon sunburst of Blackbirds singing.
I tasted the cream of winter sun so different from the coffee of summer.
I touched the coarse cotton of lamb cooking on a slow roast.
I smelt the butterscotch of her loving touch.
I saw thunder like a pebble in water.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.