the wind howled in her ears

The following was a writing prompt to help me get out of a writer’s block funk. This likely isn’t very good, but I feel it has some potential.

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“the wind howled in her ears”

The wind howled in her ears, and her hair whipped across her face. She scowled and pulled her hair out of the way, still squinting ahead.

How could she have been such a fool? Her lips trembled, and she sniffed, then sighed. There was only one thing left to do.

She inhaled sharply, looked straight ahead, pulled her goggles down, leaned forward, and exhaled. She slammed down on the gas pedal, and the engine roared.

The lines on the road blinked under the whirring propellers faster and faster, then smaller and smaller, till the tops of the trees looked like small green cotton balls spread over the plains.

No time to waste. No time to waste. The words of the fireside song still stung in her mind like the wind that was whisting in her ears.

“Where do I go?” She thought. Her hideout was but a pile of charred ash, and even if she still had all of the books she used to have, there was no cozy space where her responsibilities and fears would not quickly come nipping at her heels.

All the books in the world would not help her. All the art in the world was nothing. There was no solace or escape, only the feel of the warm fleece somehow keeping her heart warm as the wind made her face feel numb and chapped. One step at a time, one rock at a time, one more thing to do, and to somehow feel comfort in the moment—

The engine sputtered, and she looked down and saw the field and pond reflecting the fluffy white clouds, chickens scattered around. Her wrist-comm beeped twice, and she groaned. Leaning to the right and slowly lifting her foot off the pedal, she flew in an arc around the perimeter of the yard and down into the poultry yard.