August 15, 2010

Drabble #77

Prompt: Author's choice
Inspiration: Her Circle Ezine Weekly Writing Prompt

When she moved, she missed Ohio itself more than the people she left behind. You can’t write letters to geography, can’t call it on the phone. But the landscape was in her blood, and she ached for the first snowfall, for the turn and fall of leaves in autumn, for the magic of spring after a long winter. Still, after two years, the Texas hill country started seeping into her bones, and she realized that if she ever left this place, she would spend years pining for the baking heat, the summer-resistant washed-out shrubs, the undulating landscape, the cloudless sky.

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