An exercise in creative writing

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Concrete

Joanna was walking on the asphalt pavement, wondering around the concrete skyscrapers of the big city. She was struggling breathing the smoggy air but at the same time fascinated by all the lights and the variety of food and bottled water you could find everywhere.

The feeling of the pavement pushing through her soles was new to her, as less than a week ago she was still running barefoot in a village in southern India. The air was fresh and the blades of grass had been stroking her feet softly and lovingly when she was walking on them.

Less than a week ago she was still single, still in the hands of her loving family but now she is in a foreign country, sharing her bed with a foreign man she had just married.

The concrete buildings were daunting and she felt suffocated by them, yearning for the softness of the fresh blades of grass.

--Time's up--

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