Plunge

I stood in the hall with one hand on the brown front door, holding it ajar. I could see a sliver of the house across the road and the rusty yellow Jeep in their driveway, waiting patiently for summer holidays. A sudden breeze flew wildly through the door and stuffed the temperatures and smells of outside in my face and up my nose like a vet hurriedly slipping a dog an injection. Amongst the smells of what seemed to be dust and trees and wet pavement, I could also smell the flowers from the front garden. This was my first contact with the outdoors in weeks. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as I remembered. 

Author's Note

Just something I wrote down. I have an awful habit of writing tiny snippets like this but never making them into anything

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[Sydnye Louise]

i like this.. :)