"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
I am part of some writing groups on Facebook. One group that I am a part of had a member today post a prompt, asking us to describe the feel of pig poop on bare feet. I was pleasantly surprised that I could come up with something so quickly. Here is what I wrote in about two minutes:
I tramped across the yard with a mission. A mission for what, I wasn’t really sure. All I knew was that I needed to escape. He was driving me insane, and I was tired of the fights. We both needed time to breathe. As the green grass slowly switched to pig stomped dirt, I felt a warm squish trickle between my toes. I looked down. Damn it! I cursed under my breath, wanting to turn his pet pig into bacon. What reasonable man would keep a pet pig when bacon was so delicious?! I made a mental note to bring that up to him again soon….
How would you describe the feeling?