It is time for another little story. Denise of Girlie On The Edge's Blog faithfully provides new prompts each week to give us a reason for linking to the Six Sentence Stories blog hop. This post is linked to Six Sentence Stories - Filter. Click the link to discover a great assortment of stories all written in just six sentences.
The roadway was strewn with contorted mossy dead limbs creating a naturalist’s jigsaw puzzle scattered like a handful of jacks. Compared to the blasts of wind during the night that orchestrated drumming sounds of fir and pine cones bouncing off rooftops, the metallic vents clashing with one another, plus the thuds of garbage cans being tossed on their sides, the morning brought an almost eerie stillness after the battle of the night.
A frog’s croaking broke the hush hanging in the air just as her walking partner said, “You’ve been quiet as a clam this morning."
Ignoring her comment momentarily, she forcefully kicked a fallen branch causing it to careen down into a gully lined with a thicket of Oregon grape. The rustling sounds of some deer from behind the nearby vegetation seemed to serve as rosin to activate her voice. “At this point in time, I think I have something in common with clams since we both have our share of filtering to do; the filtering done by clams improves water clarity while I am trying to see clearly how to just be of help in a certain situation."