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Petrichor (prompt)

Another prompt by…..http://kellieelmore.com/2014/06/20/fwf-free-write-friday-word-prompt-4/

 

I wake up at seven a.m on a Sunday, ready to go to battle, a battle between my neurons. They are still a bit sleepy and I know I have to make them start functioning at a semi normal pace. I move my fingers, those are my rifle but the logistics as to how to shoot move and communicate is in my neurons, they are ready to go to battle. But first I need coffee for the logistics. I pour it in my favourite pink cup, people think I´m strange drinking out of this but is sooth´s me. I step out and before I look up at the sky the smell penetrates deep inside my nostrils, it had rained this night, leaving behind the aroma of moist, wet dry land,an aroma of hope, so HOPE is what I call the story and and with my logistics in my head clear, my fingers as a rifle at the ready I start typing away.

 

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.