On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls
“Words for Wednesday”.
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
1. boreal (meaning:arctic; glacial; freezing)
and this phrase: the summer rain washed her face with bitter tears
Here is my story:
The summer rain washed her face with bitter tears.
Her tormenters had left and she was alone again.
She wasn't like them, but that didn't give them the right to tease and torment every time they saw her.
Even in school or on the streets in town, those privileged snobs couldn't leave her alone.
Anya sat on the rocky shore of the lake trying to breathe steadily, trying to stay calm, as she had during the teasing, but she could feel the change happening.
Flowing from her heart and mind was a boreal cloud, chilling everything in its path as it spread across the lake towards the town. Her breath came faster, becoming a wind, whipping up the waves on the lake. Clouds gathered, heavy and black, the steadily rising wind made by Anya an indicator of the tempest to come.
Anya directed the storm to the northern end of the town, the 'rich' end, where those girls lived in supreme comfort.
Anya's eyes flashed lightning as she unleashed her mighty tempest right over their homes.
And We Shall Purify
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