hopewrites
Crochet Streamer
Murmurs of discontent chased each other around the castle like ripples on a pond in the rain.
because today is a Doubt Day, and I just need someone else to come along behind me and tell me that I'm not off my rocker for wanting to pursue this writing thing.
rain=gloom in far too many peoples minds, so I'm playing on that.
murmurs<= fear someone is talking behind your back about you (always for me anyway)
discontent is something I can taste on the air like rain and seems to expand out from its source the way rings expand on still surfaces.
all together do you get the picture of a populace growing discontented but leaderless in it's discontent, thinly veiling their discontent for the moment, but unable to mask the gloom of oppression and fear?