...and it's brought to you today by: Ms Jenny from "Off on my tangent" and Jenny is offering us such a sweet and exciting challenge for this week's centus. No photos of our own, please. But, by using this photo we shall weave a tale of sensory details.....in what ever tasty manner possible....are you seeing red yet? No way...this is gonna be fun...fun...and more fun!
But first, feast your eyes on this theme photo ....
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| This is Jenny's prompt photo for this Saturday Centus exercise of Sensory Details |
Townsfolk saw Grandpa’s hideaway as a depressing eyesore bursting with dust and disuse. Not me or this wild turkey strutting sheepishly around that gaping hole of rotting wood. They mostly whined about the foul odor from ripe earthworms and moldy straw spawning a bitter tang everywhere.
Yet my nose tickled from cherry tobacco and wood-smoke.
Suddenly, a bone-rattling thump ruffled this turkey’s feathers and he flew off and dropped into a bed of putrid leaves. I stretched my ears once the eerie thumping silenced and thought I heard the pitter-patter of feet romping through the house, just once more.
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19 comments:
I like the sense of nostalgia here...the cherry tobacco and wood smoke.
Nice.
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Wonderfully written. I liked the use of the turkey, ha, ha! Very clever. I especially loved the last sentence, very heart tugging. Good job.
I think I can smell the tobacco and wood smoke. :)
Very descriptive!
Good job!!
I looked, and looked, and I thought that was a turkey, but just wasn't sure! Cherry Mixture! What a great memory!!!
I love the photo, awesome imagination!
My dad used to smoke a pipe...as many years ago as that cabin is old...I can still smell it. Nice.
Very vivid...nice touch about that turkey too.
When I was a child, my granddad stored his cured tobacco in such a house as this (it was the Gieger House and the Giegers had been gone before my mother was born). That old house sure had a nice smell around it, even after he'd packed the tobacco up for market.
The imagery works for me. Good job.
Wow! So many smells and sounds to take in.
Wonderful imagery and I loved the mishmash of pleasant and repulsive details.
Sage, what a delightful story about your granddad, funny how we, or myself for sure remember so many scents from my days of spending time especially with my grandparents, from her incredible home-made rolls to the old tobacco!
Reka- JJ thanks...it was kind of fun doing this sensory take!
Judie, yeah I was hoping that was a turkey, but in any case what better thought than have a wild turkey prancing about your old wooden porch!
ummm, ok, scary. but I loved it because I love all those scary things.
Delightful. I would like to turn the page now please.
I had problems posting here earlier... (maybe it's payback). The picture and your reference of tobacco smoke reminded me of the Gieger House, an old house like this where my granddaddy stored and prepared his cured tobacco for market. Even when it was filled with tobacco, there was enough crumbs in the floors to give the old house the smell--I was thinking the other day that I wish there was a way to catch the smell of curing tobacco--I don't smoke, but that smell is heavenly.
Jeff I got, but I know what you mean, I can only comment on your first blog and the newer rails one is (grrrrr) not letting me get in! Thanks for the second try, I don't smoke either, but the memories of (especially my uncle's sweet smelling cigars is still in my head! Have a great week !
Ahhhh...cherry tobacco. My only nice memory of my first husband.
What a wonderful little gem of a read. I like where you started this story...and how far you took us with it.
Really a special use of this hard prompt!
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