He had been a city executive, an intellectual, until the bubble burst. Now he was reduced to this, the only job he could get, working with a tree-felling gang. Lord, how he was sick of the thwack of the axes, not to mention the stink of the glistening beads of sweat and of the embrocation rubbed into tired muscles; such a far cry from the sweet perfume used by his wife that tickled his memory, along with the heart-break, the betrayal, of her departure when the comfortable life he had built for them crumbled into dust.

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The above is my offering for the Random Words exercise which we do each week at our Writer’s Group and which I occasionally share here.

The words for this week were: executive, gang, intellectual, city, perfume, stink, embrocation, thwack, glistening and heart-break.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. julespaige
    Sep 24, 2014 @ 13:19:02

    Ouch! Challenging list there. Great job!


  2. journeyintopoetry
    Sep 27, 2014 @ 13:05:51

    What a challenge Libby! And wonderfully met! It would be a challenge for me anyway. Im not good at this kind of thing, but being part of a writing group is certainly making me better at it. x


  3. SuzyHazelwood
    Oct 10, 2014 @ 01:14:32

    Excellent short story! 🙂 I always feel a bit lost with prompts of one kind or another. I’m sure I can pretty much write anything, but only if it all comes from my head – not sure why that is. Is your writing group a website?


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