Two Sentence Tuesday #33

            “I wonder what it’s like in California,” he muttered, scraping the thick, frigid blanket off of his car. “I bet they don’t have to put up with this shit…” 

Two Sentence Tuesday #32

            The towering fir stood proudly, twinkling in hues of periwinkle, auburn, and plum. I sat before it, transfixed, and my enchantment had fleetingly carried me back to the innocence of my first Christmas. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #31

            The valiant knight, wielding a sword of emerald flame, had stood defiantly before the fury of the vile warlord, who waved his menacing, sanguine blade with an insatiable hunger for devastation. In the space between heartbeats, the dueling nemeses had attacked with a cataclysmic clash that had shaken the very foundations of the earth. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #30

            "Imagine the world at peace," he sighed, mournfully wiping the stains off of his glasses. “We’re not there yet, but maybe someday.”

Two Sentence Tuesday #29

            Alone on the stage, under the bleary gaze of inebriated eyes, his fingers plucked the strings as he began a slow, sorrowful lament in the key of F minor. He found a familiar woman in a green dress, sitting in solitude across the room, and as the pair made an invisible connection, she understood that the song was about them.