- #Blogflash2012 days 2-7
Sigh. I got sick, so this kinda slipped, as did a couple of other commitments.
From tomorrow, the information about this (plus poem/flash story) will be included with a link about my 750words stuff. I’m back doing that and running a group on Facebook for those interested in getting cheered on.
But I wrote these on my phone (great place to write flash!) so I thought I’d get ‘em posted.
So…without further ado. Days two through seven #blogflash2012
Day two – Furry Friend
Her claws dug into my hand as soon as she saw the v-e-t
And held on until she went from furball to p-e-t.
He told me I’d love again
and he was right – doesn’t change that till then
my thoughts turn to the missing warm spot
and my lost furry friend.
Day three – colour
“Mum. Look,” she said, awe spilling into her voice like honey pouring off a counter’s edge. I couldn’t believe how excited she was, but she had the right.
Another woman looked at me disgustedly, and I said, “you keep looking sweetie,” then approached her.
“what’s your problem?” I said when I was far enough away that she might not hear – she still might, her hearing had been doing double duty for so long.
“You could have fixed for that. It’s a red flag infringement to carry a blind baby” she hissed.“And it’s a black flag infringement to discriminate. Go ahead, cause she can see now. You, on the other hand….”
I walked away.
Day four – Busy
Building contacts with clients
Under various conditions
Still wondering how I’ll fit it in
You’re not going to see me for a month.
Day five – Frustration
I wish I could punch the wall in front of me,
instead, I’m stuck to this chair.
The plastic squeaks when I move
so I sit very still
waiting for the doctor to tell me
what I already know
Day six – Reading
“Dump it,” I said with a derisive snort. And those were the last words I said to you before your car spun out of the lane it was in, plowed into the barrier and overturned. The car is a write-off – the surveyor kindly emailed me all of the details, sans the amount of blood pooled below your head. And now, while I’m reading, tears are pooling. Soon, people will be able to read me. Reading how long you’ve been gone. Ridiculous to think our last conversation was about the Audible version of 50 Shades of Grey.
Day seven – sunset
Taudry and gaudy, I wish the sun
would just go down.
Leave me in the dark
leave me with my memories
leave me with you for only half my day.