air as crisp as a grilled McIntosh

Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield’s vibrant tangerine and cream ensemble caused some to turn their backs. A quintessential man of the people he had time for everyone, although small town conversations were similar to prickly heat: you endured with gritted teeth. Chromium’s philosophy was simpler: food trumped all. Iron Hollows lay equidistant to all the great bastions of fanatic southern football powers. Only the most rabid would ignore his ecumenical weekly rotation of spirit outfits. They were normally the ones who ranted about faded nostalgic glory. The Tupelo Cemetery was filled with headstones of contrary evidence. Smoke rose above the ridgeline.

The Daily Post prompt
Three Word Wednesday prompt

Authors note: This link Iron Hollows Fiction goes to the “Iron Hollows” category of 100-drabble fiction segments or click each drabble link below. They are not serially linked but rather vignettes set in and around the fictional town of Iron Hollows. I’ll be writing as the Muse moves, there is no time frame on posting and will depend on reader response.

“the legend of the time before”
“along the non-existent waterfront”
“gunpowder explodes, fireworks delight”
“clouds play peek-a-boo with moon”
“homemade gravy for the grits”
“unsuccessful sultry spring seduction”
“where there is snow there are complaints”
“thankfully the tavern had stocked up”

Advertisements

14 thoughts on “air as crisp as a grilled McIntosh

  1. Pingback: auction night to fill the food pantry | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  2. Pingback: discontent brews in men’s souls | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  3. Pingback: boogie to classic carols | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  4. Pingback: sometimes surrender is inevitable | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  5. Pingback: misty smells gather in the valley | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  6. Pingback: a collector of all things rare | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  7. Pingback: pass the salt please | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  8. Pingback: monuments fossilized by the past | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  9. Pingback: secret sauce of peppermint schnapps | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  10. Pingback: always read the fine print | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  11. Pingback: another type of deadly weapon | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

  12. Pingback: fishing for a complaint | There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

a comment is welcome here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s