The Word of the Day Challenge : Soupcon
Being wicked tastes like peaches
maybe a slice, maybe two
entombed in a can
with to much sugar
and a few tiny shards of it’s bitter pit
swimming around in the darkness
waiting to meet your tongue.
The Word of the Day Challenge : Soupcon
Being wicked tastes like peaches
maybe a slice, maybe two
entombed in a can
with to much sugar
and a few tiny shards of it’s bitter pit
swimming around in the darkness
waiting to meet your tongue.
Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#20- He Was a Whistling Wonder
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If there is a dark road
he will find it.
If there is a dark road and one night you find yourself stranded on it
because your car shut down all on it’s own
he will be on that road
and you will see him walking towards you, like he was expecting you.
You will probably think he’s smiling.
In a panic you will not be able to find your phone and you won’t be sure you locked
your doors
because doesn’t your car do that for you? Didn’t you hear the locks click after you
started the car
you did, didn’t you?
Where is your phone? Where is it?
By the time he is almost close enough to touch the hood of your car
you will running circles in your head
and as he reaches your side of the car just when he could simply reach out and touch
the door handle
you will see that the buttons on his worn denim jacket are all red.
The buttons will glow like little embers in a dying camp fire and he will be whistling, not
a tune, not a random collection of notes but he will sound like the wind stirring through
dry autumn leaves scurrying around an dark road- like the one you are on
all alone
trapped in a car that died all on it’s own.
And as he passes by you, just as he reaches the rear bumper
your car will start all and you will see that your phone is exactly where you
left it , right there
on the passenger seat.
You will grab your phone and then you pull away from him and zip away as fast as you
can.
You will see him in your rearview mirror there on the road
a dark figure, a shadow of a man
growing smaller
and you will feel your heart pounding in your chest, a cool river of sweat will run down
the back of your neck
and you will hear him whistling in your head
long after
you think
you’ve left him behind.
Putting My Feet In The Dirty August Writing Prompt#19: Mangy Max
Mangy Max had three loves
and he buried them neck deep in the sand
he feed them strawberries, gave them sips of champagne
from a delicate tulip glass.
They loved Max and he loved them
on the beach, under the Sun and the stars
and they all played joyfully together
until the tide came in
and with only a little scream
Mangy Max’s three loves were gone.