Writers Forum member and former newsletter editor, Jennifer Phelps, is back with this month’s Spontaneous Pen.
One jump line. Ninety seconds to write. Go!
This month’s jump line is:
The sultry days of summer…
Take 90 seconds to finish the jump line and then post your response in the comments section. All online comments will be posted here. Due to limited space only, selected responses will be published in next month’s newsletter.
The sultry days of summer sting deep. Taste of early strawberries, tart and sweet. Breezes tickle your neck but leave. You’re alone in the heat of the day.
The sultry days of summer were long gone; I haven’t lived in Florida, Tennessee, or Virginia for years, calling California home.
The sultry days of summer are smeared with smoke. Ash falls, worry blankets the charred earth.
The sultry days of summer shine on my skin and gather in beads of sweat that fall on the red road giving the appearance that I am leaving my blood, as well as my heart, here in Africa.
The sultry days of summer would like to think that they are those old Italian women of my childhood, who kept pounding home the idea that hard times and hard weather are to be faced head-on as wonderful opportunities to drill down deep and toughen up against the world. Well, those wonderful ladies are all dead now, so I can safely say that I am writing this from the comfort of a pillowed lawn-chair under a dangling July fog at the beautiful, beautiful beach.