Ceramic Effect Box

What do you think of my writing?

We traveled south, my mother and I, to our new home: The Dusty Wagon Motel. The street, our cab driver told us, was one of three paved roads in Orange Pass. The rest of the city sat on a dessert. As we drove, I noticed the houses were all of similar fashion. Flat roofed boxes washed white, the yards bare of kitschy ceramics, weeds, wayward bramble or, in the unlikely event they survived the heat, trees. Only those box houses touched the blue sky; the effect, however, was pleasant, like driving through clouds. I pressed my forehead against the cool window.

Beautiful imagery. Great desription and scenery. Fantastic writing all the way through (to me, i guess).


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