The Morning After

Picture credit: Darby Sawchuk

Picture credit: Darby Sawchuk

The darkness of the night was thick and heavy, occasionally lit brightly by lightning. Rain fell almost ceaselessly as the hours crept toward the dawn. Dust was washed from the buildings, garden walls, and trees, creating ocher streams that rushed down the streets collecting the flotsam and jetsam of urban life. As the sun made its way above the hills on the horizon the clouds scuttled away, taking their nourishing water with them. The world is scrubbed clean, if only for a short time. The morning air is crisp under the bright light and the moisture darkened pavement slowly reclaims its grey color under the weak sun. A few wispy clouds glide lazily across the sky. Darker clouds hover in the west like actors waiting for their cue. The day is filled with hope and promise.

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About Ol' Big Jim

Ol' Big Jim, has been a storekeeper, an embalmer, a hospital orderly, a medical biller, and through it all, a teller of tall tales. Many of his stories, like his first book, New Yesterdays, are set in his hometown of Piedmont, Alabama. Since 2009 he has lived in the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world, Amman, Jordan where he spends his time trying to visit each one of the thousands of Ammani coffee shops and scribbling in his ever-present notebook.
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4 Responses to The Morning After

  1. Very nicely described Jim. It’s as though I was there watching it with you.

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  2. gwpj says:

    Beautifully painted Jim. You have a painterly way of describing things, and I like that.

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