Focus on Setting / orientation
I feel comforted as I come through the hazy clouds, as smoke pumps out of my flying machine. The wind blows forcing dark smoke into my bare face. Distracting me from the spectacular views. I come slowly gliding down to Steampunk, on my search of a strong standing town. The gleam of the lighthouse reflecting off the water making me want to swim, but I know that that’s not what I came for.
Even as I know that the town is as gloomy as a dark bedroom on a lonesome winter’s night, I feel a sense of warmth.
The deathly smog coming through the yellow sky is making me fan the grotty air in front of me, just for a breath of fresh air. But I’ve seen worse where life has choked on thin air.
Hugh.C
1 comment:
Wow! Whatwonderful picturesque language you have used. I am nearly coughing and choking on the air myself. Actually, I live on a farm in SE Australia, so we always have wonderful fresh, clean air and open spaces. Keep up the writing, it is great.
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