A strange feeling came over her. The only sounds were the normal morning ones of trees soughing in the light breeze and birds calling for mates or announcing their territories. The tumbling of the river was the constant background to the lonely tableau. She was struck by the isolation. Nothing around them bore the mark of man. It was as if they were the first humans to stand on this spot. No doubt the local Indians had passed by this very place, intent on their errands; oblivious and uninterested in the glittering metal that drew this trio to a lonely strand along a wild river.
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Very evocative. Calm, but expectant.
Nice post. Sets the scene well.
Beautiful passage…great voice. Instantly relaxes you as you read. Nice Six
Wonderful description, beautiful prose. Nice job.
Just LIL. Thanks for all the kind comments. They are much appreciated. A shot in the arm.
Very descriptive six.
Beautiful. Sets the scene-I’d love to read more.
OK, Karysa, you got it. The book is 280,000 words in five volumes so it might take a while at six sentences a week……or you could just click at upper left (hint hint).
thanks for the input and compliment.