random inspiration

Below is just a paragraph. Just an excerpt of something unknown inspired by my hometown in western Colorado. I don’t know why, but it feels intimate to me, so I thought I’d put it out there. Maybe it’ll end up in one of my novels one day. Hope anyone reading had a beautiful Christmas.

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“The fields were dry here, the harvest well passed as the air grew sharper. It was that time of year where the skin webbed between your finger and thumb turned chapped and white with a lack of moisture. A painful, rationing season. But there, off in the distance, there were what seemed like thousands of little blackbirds landing in the chopped wheat. If I stared long enough, they looked like poppyseeds atop a cornbread muffin, just like the ones my mother used to bake.

Even though my stomach was pained with hunger, my heart hummed with the happy delusion that she was still here on the wooden steps behind me, braiding my hair.”