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Six Sentence Story: Crunch

Photo: green, gold, and orange leaves on an aspen tree


Each week, Denise ate Girlie on the Edge hosts the Six Sentence Story link up. It's an enjoyable challenge: to write a sentence of only six sentences, based on the prompt word. This week's prompt is "crunch."

As a little girl, she read the papers, and knew that the Peanuts gang and others derived joy from jumping into big piles of fallen leaves, but she couldn't imagine exactly how that translated into fun. The leaves on the oak tree in the neighbor's yard turned brown before falling to the ground, and the Oregon rain kept them constantly soggy. 

She grew up knowing the jokes about Oregon's weather (Oregonians don't tan, they rust, and Rain is liquid sunshine), but didn't truly appreciate the underlying truth until she moved out-of-state for college. She couldn't get over the fact that the sky was cloudless most of the time, and that weeks could go by without precipitation--even in the fall!

Walking to her apartment after class one day, she was struck by the beauty all around her. The mountains rose up against a deep blue sky, the trees were ablaze in orange and gold, and, as she tromped through the leaves on the sidewalk, she heard a satisfying crunch, crunch, crunch.

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    1. I hadn't read yours before I posted mine. Love the poem you created!

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  2. nicely evocative of a time ago. (for the record I have played in leaf piles, deep enough to allow one to run and jump and land in the center of the pile, cushioned from the ground.) Even more aging, I can recall burning leaves in the fall... that seems so long ago.

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    1. I'm not sure that burning leaves ages you--or if it does, it does me, too. (Although we burned piles of scotch broom rather than leaves.)

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  3. I love the "crunch" of leaves in Fall, and the "crunch" and "squeak" of snow in Winter.

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    1. I just noticed the mountains across the valley were dusted with snow last night.

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  4. Sweet Six :)
    Fall is my favorite season and having been born and raised in New England, crunching leaves are a familiar sound!

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    1. The crunch sound is much better than having a big soggy mess!

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  5. I enjoyed this romp through the leaves. Could even smell them.

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