Sunday, July 15, 2012

Birds in Banyan Trees: Six Sentence Sunday

 
The following six sentences are from my work in progress.

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 I'd hardly slept all night. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Olina's face, her eyes round with fear and her bottom lip trembling. I couldn't bear it any longer so I got out of bed just as the sun began to rise and stepped quietly to the bedroom window so I wouldn't wake up my grandmother. I gazed out at the enormous banyan tree that was a haven for songbirds with its canopy of branches spreading almost as wide as the house. A mild breeze scented with plumeria and ripe mangoes carried the melody of birdsong into the room. As beautiful as it was, my reason for being here kept me from enjoying it. 


2 comments:

Lindsay Kitson said...

Somehow that makes me think of an Edward Lear poem - I think the Quangle Wangle's Hat.

Karen Duvall said...

Ooh! I've never heard of it, but now I'll have to go look that up. :)