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She couldn’t have been clearer.
She couldn’t have been more firm.
Still he chose to disregard and
Pretend it wasn’t him.
She told him to pack his stuff.
She told him he must leave.
Still he chose to linger and
Refused to cleave.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Lucid in 43 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
She was never going to be ready. There was never going to be the ‘right time.’ He tried. He really tried. But he couldn’t stand it anymore.
When she left to visit her mother, he took it downstairs. The recycling truck should pass before her return, and by then it will be done. It was for the best. She’ll come to understand.
The key in the door in the morning. “I took an earlier flight. And, can you believe it? Someone tossed a highchair just like Tommy’s! I know it is a sign from him to hold on to ours!”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: alexandra lammerink on Unsplash
She did not know how
To have her heart
Be known,
Other than to
Let her spirit
Be flush with
Hope,
And to allow her
Soul to
Blush bright
With the
Intent,
Even if
Her words paused,
Timid,
From the moment
She’d left
Home.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: flush
Photo: Cristian Newman on Unsplash
To hug or to press
To hold and caress
To dismiss and impress,
To allow or forbid
To prevent or insist
To farewell and to greet,
To disrupt or respect
To allow or reject
To indulge or inspect,
To stop or invite
To instruct and ignite
To appease or incite,
To disarm and to heal
To pray and reveal:
Hands speak truth
Or conceal.
Inspired in part by Steve McMurry’s: Silent Language of Hands
Photo: Markus Spiske on Unsplash
Ode to the needed application
Of distinctive word formation
And appropriate derivation
(With Speech Pathology implications
For morphological miscalculation).
Because without the permutations
Of root words in combination
And grammatical allocation,
There’d be much missed in
Communication.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Morphology in 37 words
Note: As a Speech-Language Pathologist, this writing prompt would have been absolutely impossible to not take on! 🙂
Photo: Ofir Asif
There was no shade to be had.
No shelter from onslaughts
Of glaring heat,
Too bright.
There was no shade to be had.
Exposed as they were
To everything
In sight.
There was no shade to be had,
Other than what they
Conveyed in
A shrug.
No shade other than the small frowns
That communicated how
Very much in need
They were of a
Sheltering
Hug.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS writing prompt: Shade
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He was an amateur in
Matters
Of the heart.
Oh, he prided himself on being
An expert
Of the physiological
Domain.
And perhaps a tinkerer
In that
He was.
But he was not even
A dabbler
In intimacy.
He lacked all expertise
In the understanding of
Connection
Or trust
Or hope.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Amateur in 51 words
Photo: Dvora Freedman
There are stories,
In there,
Behind the dark irises’
Glare.
More than words,
Being said,
With her piercing eyes
Instead.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Eyes
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