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  • Hi - I've recently signed up to Imzy and this is my first entry into the 100 Words group. I thought this was a good time to jump in! I'm going to be using Prompt #8: Poetry. It's a snatch of original fic, half-inspired by the task I should be doing for my MA course.

    She finds poetry in the mundane. The creak of her cabin, the low of the cattle. Clouds rolling in the vast blue sky, turning grey without warning, thunder rolling, humidity hanging. A drop, a touch of water, when her skin is dry and beaten by the sun.

    She finds poetry in the mundane. Others find it in their dreams. They dream of heroes, heroines, glory. All she dreams of is a face that she runs from every day of her life. A face that demands death.

    When the gunshot echoes, she is awake.

    She finds poetry in the mundane.