Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory

This is the first installment of my first SSCS, which stands for Serial Stream-of-Consciousness Story. I’ll say a little bit about this story-type of mine in a future post. For right now, you should just know:

a) I’ll be putting out each (quite short) installment once each week, on Friday, until the story is done. (Sometime around July or August?)

b) The SSCSs are all somewhat free-form and experimental, and this one leans toward purple prose and descriptive imagery. Enjoy or avoid as you like.

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…Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory

Installment 1: 18.0509

In the desert, there is a valley filled with flowers.  They are not normal flowers.  They do not glow in the sunlight.  They do not perfume the air, even after the heavy rush of the monsoon rains when the air holds itself heavy and ready for perfumes.  They do not breathe like normal flowers, or flutter in the wind.  Or wither.  Or bloom.

They wait.

They fill the valley rim-to-rim.  A carpet of amethyst and ruby.  And they wait for their bees.  Or they wait for their scouts to come home.

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