Descriptlets, Volume 2

The goal is to write about something, a feeling, an object, an emotion without actually saying the word itself. These came from an exercise I did last semester while in England and Italy.

Theme: darkness.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel, somewhere far off in the distance was a pin-prick of white light growing larger by the second. Out bud lights were turned off-probably in order to help us sleep after our long flight. Someone's watch glows next to me showing the time of 11:32pm. Approaching the now very larger hole I realized that the light was only a street lamp. The stars twinkled above, bright, but hardly providing any usable light.

Theme: Colourful.

Our guide to the museum asked us how many shades we saw in the grass. One man shouted out immediately, "One! It's green!" But that was definitely not the answer our guide had in mind.

"No, look again. Are there not shades of different greens? And look, there are yellow flowers, purple in the stems, pink where the stems fade, brown in the dirt, black, mocha, grey, chestnut, and silver flecks also in the same soil. Look closer and I think you'll find a few more shades than green."

Theme: Senses.

The rumble of a large approaching vehicle shook my toes-al ten of them. It was probably still far off in any case. WE though it would be a good idea to at least be ready when it came. It was sweating hot and we were hoping for an air conditioned Sita bus. I zoned out at the bus stop and the next thing I knew I could smell the gas fumes and the bus we needed to take was 20 feet away. Desperately I looked around at my travel companions and tried to say something intelligent to make the bus stop. They only problem lay in my lack of knowledge of the Italian language. I could feel the panic rising in my throat, it tasted a lot like acid. ALmost out of hope that we would reach our destination before sunset I heard a small, sheepishly distinguishable, "'Scusie?"

Thanks for reading!