The Reading Room

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I'm going to do a little site promotion today and recommend the new series of stories that are coming from our What's My Line? prompts.  This is a bi-weekly challenge that is alternating with Song Story.
I hope some of you writers will take some time and do a little storytelling with us.  The new calendar of events will be up on Sunday, and it's an invitation to our ongoing dance of words and imagination.
What's My Line?

"Perish the Thought"~ For the What's my Line writing challege.

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Challenge: What’s my line?
Title: “Perish the thought.”
The prompt: There was one bloom left after it was all over.
Author: mrua7
Word count: Approximately 1700

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch.- Anything can happen.”

― Raymond Chandler, Red Wind: A Collection of Short Stories

The explosion was huge and horrific, with a billowing plume of orange and yellow flames surrounded by black clouds mushrooming into the sky in the middle of the scenic Sonoran desert.

The area once teeming with wildlife and flora had been laid waste and the Santa Ana winds blowing in cleared away the smoke after several minutes, but they helped spread hot embers along with whirling sand; setting the hazy landscape of tumbleweeds and sagebrush and cacti ablaze just outside the blast area.

Napoleon Solo emerged from his place of safety; hanging from a chain tossed over the side of an old dried up well; he’d clung there as the pyrotechnics took place.

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Roadside Wisdom - What's My Line?

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The prompt: There was one bloom left after it was all over.
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Smoke was still spiraling upwards from the heap of burned wood and shattered glass that had bee the home of Lovie Bennet.  The elderly woman was seated across from her ruined house, perched on the curb with her arm around a young boy whose freckled face spoke volumes of the sadness they both now faced.  The fire department had come and gone, the sheriff as well.  Here in this area there would be offers of help from concerned neighbors and well meaning church folks.  For now, Lovie just wanted to think, and to get a good, long last look at her unfortunate house.

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