Soft Explosion

They say California is where fools go to find their dreams and dreamers go to find their fool. Henrietta was neither fool nor dreamer yet she found herself stepping off the plane in LAX. 

“Father forgive me for I have sinned. But not my will but thine,” she thought as she walked out of the airport. 

She was here on behest of her father to rescue their west coast operations. Their west coast operations consisted of one store, in Hollywood, owned by –

“Rita!” yelled a man from the window of a bright blue VW Buzz with the radio blasting. 

Michael. The head of T.I.N.Industries west coast operations, brother, fool.

“The hills so dry,

So dense the underbrush.

That where I push my way,

The giant hush;

Was changed to soft explooosiooon.”

The song blasted from the windows of the electric vehicle.

“Hey sis!” said Michael.

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This is for a dVerse prompt: This evening, I would like you to write a Prose piece which includes the line:

“The hills so dry, so dense the underbrush, that where I pushed my way the giant hush was changed to soft explosion.”

From the poem “On a View of Pasadena from the Hills.”

The line from the poem reminded me of the southern California countryside and I was going to include it in some description of that but I wrote the first line and then when I went to introduce Henrietta she said she was neither fool nor dreamer and took the story in a different direction. The line also kind of had a lyrical vibe to it so I thought why not add it as a pop song in the background; which I think probably would have pissed off the original poet, which puts a bit of a grin on my face. hehe 😁
I hope you enjoy!