Writing 101: Death to AdverbsPosted: September 24, 2014
Sitting cross-legged in my old brown armchair in early Fall, I glance out the glass storm door, which, facing west, admits the evening light. The setting sun strews wisps of gold across the cobalt sky, behind tall trees that stretch green leafy branches toward the dying light. Tiny brown birds, chirping and chittering, flit from branch to branch, zoom toward the grass to pick up worms and crumbs, spiral back upwards.
Inside my living room a house fly circulates, buzzing and banging into walls, seeking an escape route. The fan whirrs and the water heater cycles on with a chuffing sound.
The sky darkens, visibility decreases. The leaves of the trees show black against the indigo sky. No late pedestrians meander by and fewer cars shoot past. The homing birds nestle in the tree branches.
I close the front door, switch on lights, eat my black bean soup and rice. A comfortable silence settles in…….until my hard-of-hearing neighbor blasts his stereo. Bereft of the silence, I wash the dishes, pondering on the insipidness of a world without adverbs, lacking the descriptive how’s, where’s, and when’s of existence.