robinbloke | Wind plains and others...

Wind plains

Dust blew over the blasted plains as the sun burned gold on the horizon, clouds caught in it's dying rays turned salmon pink.
A figure walked across the scorched ground, turning occasionally to move past a rock, a withered plant or to avoid some other obstacle.
Heat boiled in waves up into the air, making the ground seem to swim under rolling invisible waves. To the walker it was like wading through an endless sea of heat.
As the last of the light faded away the heat became a memory that would be sorely missed as the clear skies and empty plains let it all drain away to a biting cold.
The walker kept on moving.

Watching

Tears slid down her cheek as the last of the figures walked out of the building far below.
It was raining, the sky was an unfriendly grey from the clouds and smoke.
Noone had seen her. Noone had known she was there.
The sound of a car door closing reached her ears as she stepped away from the window.

Party

Lights like stars. Smiles and neon. Colour and laughter. Bottles clink. Eyes flash.
Words are whispered. Notes are passed. Promises made.
They moved like fireflies through the party in slow-dancing swirls.
As soon as they had arrived. They had gone.