Samantha woke to the rustle of dry leaves and gusts of wind. The springs creaked as she pulled herself from the old, worn bed. Her damp, silk slip clung to her as she moved toward the window. She leaned against the sill and felt the stroke of the cool breeze. She tilted her head back ran the wet cloth down the length of her neck and prayed for rain.
Lillie Mcferrin Writes – Five Sentence Fiction- Open
COW PASTURE CHRONICLES 
Great imagery!
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Thanks so much! That is exactly how I saw it in my head the minute I saw the prompt. So glad you could visualize it too. Thanks for commenting.
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Yes! Excellent!
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Girl you do have a way with words. Now that’s sensual writing.
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😊 Thanks. I try.
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like how you start with auditory and move into tactile sensations. Very sensual, too. Nice one!
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it and I appreciate your comments.
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