Northern snows assault my squinting eyes. Saucy southern rhythms heat my blood as it mamboes to my heartbeat. Exotic spices from the East break their journey in my kidneys, and arid west winds parch my lungs.
Meanwhile, the deep earth of my homeland cools my body in its last resting place, where they lowered it not a month ago.
And my soul expands to embrace new life.
by Anita Haas
From: Friday Flash Fiction