
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.
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!
I once knew someone who lived that story about saving a family business from an errant brother… it hit really close to home. I like how you made the lines a pop song; it gave resonance and palpable reality to the situation.
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Thanks Kim. I hope things worked out well for the person you knew. I think it remains to be seen how things turn out with the characters here.
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Didn’t work so well for them! One is deceased and the other, bitter. Your poem is the precursor to their tragic end.
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Stew, I like the fresh feel to your story. Sis comes to save the biz, I love it 🙂
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Thanks Li. She’s a no nonsense woman. I can see a few interesting ways it could go. 😊
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You are welcome!
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Love the way you included the text… so telling about cultural differences.
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Thank you! I think it rather fits.
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An original response!
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Thank you! I like to think I’m original or at least an original. haha😁
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A great scene-setter! Jae
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Thanks Jae! I agree, some very interesting places this could go.
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