The
old house was hidden beneath pine needles. Ribs and bones; Entrails
of life past; Remnants
discovered in the woods by children. Quiescence.
The
woods are wild: A gentle lapping to devour corporeality.
This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. Pick 33 words at random from page 33 of Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout.
Labels: Fiction, Trifecta Writing Challenge