Name: Anonymous 2010-01-24 23:06
Starting a short story. Who do ya think?
Flowers.
These were the first things Walter recognized. He hadn't yet opened his eyes, though he was immediately aware of their presence. The pleasant aroma of healthy soil and the feel of stems, leaves and petals were all too familiar to him. At first, he only recognized the familiar scent of the pleasant roses, the pungent aroma of rosemary, and an assortment of other common flowers. However, the longer he lay with his eyes closed, the more smells he picked up. Some smelled exotic, others quite homely.
After acknowledging the greenery surrounding him, he realized the warmth that only the sun could provide.. It was a comforting sort of feeling, like warm clothes fresh out of the dryer. Not abrasively hot, but just warm enough to remind one of pleasant summer days and the comforts of a safe place. As he lay in the comfort of the flowers, the sun shining pleasantly upon his brow, the uneasiness sunk in.
Flowers.
These were the first things Walter recognized. He hadn't yet opened his eyes, though he was immediately aware of their presence. The pleasant aroma of healthy soil and the feel of stems, leaves and petals were all too familiar to him. At first, he only recognized the familiar scent of the pleasant roses, the pungent aroma of rosemary, and an assortment of other common flowers. However, the longer he lay with his eyes closed, the more smells he picked up. Some smelled exotic, others quite homely.
After acknowledging the greenery surrounding him, he realized the warmth that only the sun could provide.. It was a comforting sort of feeling, like warm clothes fresh out of the dryer. Not abrasively hot, but just warm enough to remind one of pleasant summer days and the comforts of a safe place. As he lay in the comfort of the flowers, the sun shining pleasantly upon his brow, the uneasiness sunk in.