Dark Country Road

This is for dVerse Poet Pubs, Prosery.  I don’t get Flash Fiction.  I hope I did okay.  I thought this had to be written in prose form but apparently, it doesn’t. I will do as I will next time.

Dark Country Road
“A swift rhythm is played out by my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many, the meter and rhythm of stringing is the only poetry they’ve ever known.” ― Brenda Sutton Rose

Hot night in July – needing to be out of the city, rolling down a smooth country two lane blacktop, Black countryside, no lights showing in the few houses. All are sleeping the sleep of exhaustion. Folks have to get up early go to work in the surrounding tobacco fields. Rolling past rows of tobacco broken only by the dark houses.  Past another small house, dark. Ahead off to the right a dirt road. I pull off and go down it slowly. Dust invisible but I can smell it, thick whiffs of sharp iron and sweeter lime. In the headlights the road is pale pink but in the daylight, it will be red as blood. A meteor shower explodes in the night sky. I stop in the middle of the road to stare, amazed. If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant.

 

tobacco farm and barn

17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kim881
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 16:52:36

    My kind of extravagance, Toni!

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  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 16:53:47

    Hate to contradict you, Toni, but you definitely “get” flash fiction. And, yes, it is supposed to be written in prose, as yours is. Great sense of atmosphere that just screams “Virginia” to me. Part of any kind of fiction is the setting and you nailed it, in my opinion.

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    • kanzensakura
      Nov 11, 2019 @ 16:55:24

      Wow. Thank you Victoria. LOL. And it is North Carolina I was writing about. Just north of my hometown and the conglomeration of memories.

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  3. Glenn A. Buttkus
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 17:04:33

    A wondrous hunk of flash fiction, rocking the prompt and giving jus a terrific sense of place, like a slice of Faulkner.

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  4. Starmont_m
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 19:33:05

    Been a long time reader of your poetry. I just landed in Tokyo, Japan. Wondering if you know of any good places to eat around here?

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  5. rothpoetry
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 20:32:04

    Nice! Meteor showers are always extravagant!! Wonderful to see!

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  6. msjadeli
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 21:58:41

    Embrace the night and it rewards with sparkles across the sky. I love your story, Toni.

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  7. georgeplace2013
    Nov 12, 2019 @ 07:59:41

    I love the meteor shower extravaganza

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  8. Linda Lee Lyberg
    Nov 12, 2019 @ 11:16:10

    Love this Toni!

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  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Nov 12, 2019 @ 15:26:07

    I have read of your walk in the night before… and I think it fits so well in prose with the use of the quote.

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  10. memadtwo
    Nov 12, 2019 @ 22:12:58

    I love that ending! The best kind of extravagant dark.

    Reply

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