Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Wall

My tired brain screams for rest, but I push on, knowing that the daylight will soon arrive and with its arrival my friend, the dark, will be forced to leave. I move through the thick brush as a mouse scurries to safe corners in large rooms; quickly and quietly, praying it can pass unnoticed. Finally, I see the wall standing in the distance. The solid outline and soft stone colors give it away in this urban jungle of grape vines, flowers, trimmed hedges, and children's bicycles. A few more yards and my safe escape will be recognized.

*** Daily Writing Practice/ One Word ***
I actually started writing this for one word, but then it veered so far off path I opted to use it for Daily Writing Practice.


  1. I have had to read this a few times to grasp some of it I don't know if it was the lateness of last night or the muddle of my brain or some thing in the writing. I am now thinking creature of the night although the children's bicycle through me a bit.

  2. I think I had the generic idea of intruder in mind when I wrote it. As to who the intruder is/ was, I still don't know. Not my best piece, I agree.