There Were Giants In Those Days, and the Wickedness of Men
We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat and tremble but no one eats anyone as the clouds form clusters and gnarl the sky. The atmosphere grows ever heavier, promising us its fury. The span for the animals is shoved aside, once they all enter, and a large door slams. Threadbare cackling reverberates in the wrath of the firmament.
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Author's Note
This was originally a 42 word exercise with a 42 character title, written for a call for submissions. I edited and didn't count again. Count it if you have nothing to do. :)
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Lovely work.
Perfectly descriptive. Perfect build.
"Threadbare cackling" is soooo good. Brand new to me.
Fine evocation/invocation of Genesis 6ff.
Vibrant charged description, imminent with what awaits.
Nice! ;)
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Gary, Dianne, strannikov, David, and Christopher: I really wish I had looked in earlier so I could thank you individually as your comments came up. Thanks for the faves, too. I am so pleased that you all took the time to read and give encouragement.
Beautiful and orderly
alignment of the animals entering the Ark for shelter. Love this text, Angela.
Erika,
This piece was a 42 word challenge from another site. I've edited it a bit for better language. I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
Oh, damn, you can write!