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The voice of song
Lulled her to sleep
As wind whispered
Leaves into heaps.
Her mind soared on
A night’s journey’s sweep
As breathing slowed
And memories steeped.
Her body warm neath
Blankets soft and deep,
She sighed and found
A dream to keep.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: blanket
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They walked through fields
Of heather
Seeking remedy
For those
Soon to be together,
Gathering the makings
Of the broom
They’d use
To sweep away their
Woes.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Heather in 27 words
It was going to be better once she got there. Not like last time.
She held her purse on her lap with both hands, knees together, spine away from the cushion and her body swaying lightly with the movement of the vehicle, as she watched the world roll ahead of the front window, indistinct in the liquid grayish light.
It’s been raining for hours. A persistent misty drizzle that had dampened so many of her earlier years. She shuddered even though the bus was overheated. Perhaps because she sat in her coat.
The driver leaned on the horn and she released one hand to steady herself against a possible braking. Her seat in the center of the last row had no armrest, but it was the only one with a clear path out.
She always needed to have an unobstructed way out.
And yet, there she was, going back.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
“Is that where it goes in or is that where it comes out?”
Shirley thought it was obvious, but it was true one should not assume, let alone when something appeared to be mundane but could be the exact opposite. She took a step forward and leaned closer.
“Step back, you fool!” Daniella pulled her neighbor away from the bin that had just manifested onto their shared driveway. She should have known Shirley would be impulsive. The woman once cut into her own potentially-prize-winning rhubarb pie before the contest was even over. “Are you trying to get abducted?”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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He copied how his father walked.
He mimicked his older sister.
He laughed at jokes nobody heard.
He scared the babysitter.
He wouldn’t do a thing
That wasn’t done by others.
He was an endless mirror
And annoyance to his brothers.
He drove them all to near insane
Till finally came the time
When he left to get
Hired as a mime.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Zany in 62 words
She didn’t need to be quite so blunt.
Not that she ever did mince words. Or hold back actions.
It was what he loved about her. It was also what became exhausting. Fending off arguments. Splitting hairs.
He wasn’t averse to a good conversation, but was it really necessary to have confrontations about the best-by-date of parsley or whether T-shirts needed to be folded a certain way or whether such-and-such celebrity looked better before their latest procedure or if they ought to order red or yellow apples?
“You’re apathetic to the world!” she’d accused. “If you don’t care about small things, how would you care about the bigger issues?”
His sigh only infuriated her.
Perhaps it’s better that she left. But did she really have to hang her purple shoe, the one he’d gotten her, outside his window?
She used to be his princess. Now he was a stepsister.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
It was best she took no chances. She knew how it could all turn on the smallest thing. The tiniest omission could spell disaster. Wait, better not even say that word. Best not forget the salt. She did not want to let misfortune in.
She hurried to and fro, assembling, braiding, tossing, turning. Now, where was that garlic? Best peel a few more cloves.
Whatever bad things had potential to upset this, she was not going to allow them to. Not on her watch. Not in her house.
Not when her in-laws were coming to dinner for the first time.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
They rose in steady hum of
Motors aiming to break
Clouds
And dispersed the waves upon the
Sand as life skittered
Aground.
They pointed nose into the
Sky with souls holding on well
And fast
As engines revved anew
And headed home
At last.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: sky
A hummingbird in statute, but a
Megalith of
Hope and
Strength and
Notorious
Mother Earth energy.
Decency incarnate,
Filled with
Determination and
True strength,
She endured
Beyond endurance,
And inspired
Beyond hope,
And will still,
For her legacy shall
Hold.
A real-life super-woman
Even as she was
Super
Human.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Megalith in 49 words
“I’m going out for a walk and a bite,” he said.
No one answered.
Not that he expected anyone to. It was just a habit. A way of hearing his own voice. A way of reminding himself he still had one to use. A connection to other times and places.
And people.
It’s been a while since there was anyone home who could reply.
He took the fishing rod and pail. “It’s time to go,” he said to the bait. “I see you ate the leaves I left you yesterday. Good job!”
The spider on the eaves stirred when he shut the door. “You keep an eye,” he saluted with the rod and chuckled. “More than one, since you have them.”
The evening light was soft. The lake was quiet. The water had barely a ripple.
“Hello there, swimmers,” he greeted. “Who would come to keep my gullet company tonight?”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
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