JusJoJan and SoCS – Movie Title theme

For Linda’s JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “movie title.” Take the title of the last movie you watched (just the title, not the premise of the movie), and base your post on that title. Have fun!

Last movie I watched, hmmm Spiderman Far From Home (dvd)

13.18.20 jjj The Wave
Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay

Star was alone on the top of the rise. They had been traveling for days through the bleak sandstone of the Enchanted Wasteland. The first few days were spent wading through endless sand dunes. Star and her company had trudged the dunes, scarves tied so tightly around their faces they could barely breath. Even that did not prevented the constant shifting, blowing sand from working it’s way into their eyes, ears, mouths and lungs. The dunes had given way to rocky hardpack, the sun beat brutally against the skulls of Monster, Witch, Human and beasts alike. As she topped the rise, hoping to see some glimpse of green in this Goddess forsaken land, she saw … waves. Waves of colored sand, fossilized dunes of varied colors that stretched for as far as the eye could see.

Star flopped down and sat staring in disbelief at the vision ahead of her. Great Aona, Goddess of Green Things, had surely abandoned this place. Star reached out with her senses, there was no life magic here. It died long ago. Star thought of her Bistro, her home in the Greenwood. The scent of the ancient pines, the soft plush carpet of decaying leaves and moss caressing her bare feet. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked slowly. She missed her home, her family. Goddess how she missed the smell of espresso as she opened her eyes to find a perfect cup beside her bed. How had she come to be here? So far from home, from the things she loved, the people she loved.

Here there was always the next mission, the next battle. A small voice whispered in her mind “what of Noemei? What of Gwren, and Xere? The people you love are here, waiting for you.” Star shot that inner voice a dirty look “Oh shut up,” she said out loud. Then she stood, wiped that cursed sand from her britches as best she could and stomped back to the camp.

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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