At the stroke of midnight, the skies parted and golden rays shone upon the arid land lighting it up like day, instantly transforming the barrenness into a verdant paradise.
The grass beneath their feet felt like velvet, not that they, children of the barren lands, knew what velvet was. Their feet had only walked the gritty sands and the occasional thorns that littered their path.
Now, feeling the soft, moist grass with the burning soles of their feet, they marvelled at its lushness. The canopy of green leaves above their heads was a cooling sight to their sore eyes. They could hear the gentle flutter of wings and the sweet cries of birds hidden from view in the thick foliage. The murmur of flowing water drew their eyes to the beautiful sight of a crystal clear stream gushing forth through shrubbery and finding its way through boulders strewn around. The air was moist. It soothed their parched skin, moisturising it as it blew. They gulped it greedily, savouring the cool feeling. The fragrance of flowers it carried filled them with hope for tomorrow.
Then, just as suddenly, the skies closed, locking the golden rays away.
Day had turned back to night. In the sudden darkness, their eyes hungrily searched for the trees of their longing, the stream of their dreams. But the harsh sand beneath their blistered feet told them the true story. It had all been just an illusion. They were still children of the barren lands, with nowhere to go. Hope for them was the certainty of the sound of beating wings of circling vultures the imminent dawn would bring. In silence they waited for their deliverance….
Prompt: Your post this week should start with, ‘At the stroke of midnight…’
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
Mesmerizing story Shail. Beautifully told:)
Thanks Vishal 🙂
Proactive Indian said:
Lovey story. Superb narration! You’ve created an audio-visual experience using only words!!
Proactive Indian said:
The first word should have been ‘Lovely’. Sorry for the typo.
Thanks for the appreciation 🙂
You paint pictures with your words
Aww, thanks Ritu 😀
Nice story, and just like all the other commenters have told, you have the gift of painting pictures with just words…awesome post 🙂
Wow, thanks for that comment 🙂
Roshan Radhakrishnan said:
woah!! This is miles better than any other take on the WOW contest I have seen. Brilliantly depicted… every word in the comments above me is absolutely true. Mesmerizing – superb narration – paint pictures with words
Your first visit? Welcome to Shail’s Nest, Roshan. And wow, wow! Thanks for the appreciation 🙂
Brilliantly crafted story..
Thanks, Sunil 🙂
Jyothi Nair said:
Beautifully written. Loved it. 🙂
Thank you, Jyothi 🙂
I loved the imagery!!
Such play of words, for the given prompt !!! How do you do it Shail ???
No idea Uma! I just saw this picture when I read the prompt 🙂
It was vivid. I saw everything.
Poetic and picturesque , you brought out the pathos so well 🙂
Thanks, Sri 🙂
The story of India?
Is that how you see it? 🙂
how can u write so visualising posts ? 🙂
applause from me
Danke, Afshan 🙂
Well I moved with your imagination, whatever you wrote helped me feel the words.. A lovely post and ofcourse it wowed us 🙂
Wow, thanks Richa 😀
Beautiful imagination and the way the post has been drawn. In the end, it made me sad though 😦
Thanks, Kajal. Maybe something better will come their way in the morning. Who knows? 🙂
Random Musings by Swati said:
Beautiful and touching indeed!
Thanks, Swati 🙂
I was thinking a bomb might go off, but then this is wonderful twist too 😀
Huh? But why bomb?!
Indian Homemaker said:
Awesome!!! How do you think up such stories?!
😀 Thanks IHM.
Corinne Rodrigues said:
An absolute feast for the senses, Shail!
Glad you think so, Corinne. Thanks 🙂
Oh Gosh. You write as if you were right there. Beautiful!
I was there, Deepa. Thanks 🙂
This was wonderful. I was lost in your narration and i could actually visualize everything.
I wish no one has to live such a tragic life.
Thanks Preetilata. Yes, maybe some day no one will have to.
Pure visualisation for me. You write so well Shail!
Welcome to Shail’s Nest, Neera. Thank you for the appreciation 🙂