Desire

She rubbed the sticks together. Back and forth, back and forth, fast as she felt she could, keeping them pressed as tight as her muscles would allow. Her shoulders ached and her braids swung to and fro with the momentum. Try as she might, nothing but a thin trail of smoke came of the friction she was struggling to create. She was weak, became dejected. Gave up.

She went about her day, buying milk, walking dogs, running laps, paying bills. Busy, she tucked the failure in the far corner of her mind, ignored, not quite forgotten.

But the next day, she tried again, gathering dry, skinny twigs, propping them with rocks and dirt. She scraped the two sticks together faster and harder than the day before. Her fingers became red and raw. Dust swirled all around her, suffocating, hindering. Still nothing. She ached and threw the kindling down in defeat.

That night she lay resting and thoughts melted into sleepy dreams. She endured fierce fervor, fuel and flashes. She toyed with passions, promises, pledges and purpose. She suffered dedication. She endured commitment. She breathed success.

Rising the next morning, she was wiser, shrewder, she’d try harder. She would not give up, for her dreams had reminded her, where there’s smoke there’s fire.                                                                               Copyright © 2013 The Wrought Writer

Desire

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About The Wrought Writer

“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” ~ Rudyard Kipling ~ I want to write words that you like to read. Hopefully, we have something in common.
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12 Responses to Desire

  1. jerrontables says:

    Nice head that came to. Really like the succinct writing.

  2. joetwo says:

    There is some wonderful language here. Nicely done.

  3. As usual, a wonderful message wrapped in a tight little word packet.

  4. diannegray says:

    Beautiful words! Well done 😀

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