RDP Wednesday Prompt: Fright
In a small dark room
with dusty plaster walls
spiders watch from the rafters
and mice listen from inside the walls
to a green eyed woman named Edith
and her eyeless son Ferdinand
and the ghosts that haunt the halls
of this dark and lifeless home.
Inside their small dark room
there’s a picture on the wall
of ripe and glistening fruit
waiting to be touched, tasted and devoured.
Ferdinand can’t see it
and Edith can all but smell it
but neither cares much for it
because what they long to feast on is
Downstairs at the front door.
“Knock on the door a little louder, I think I saw a light in the window upstairs. ” one
Another chimes in, ” Nobody lives in this falling down old place, lets just go in. ”
” Dinner. ” says Edith.
” Desert” says Ferdinand.
” A sumptuous repast ” say the Ghosts ” at last”
3 thoughts on “Supper Is Late”
Fabulous 🙂 🙂
My lunch was late and this is what I wrote while waiting for it.LOL
Amazing what an empty stomach can achieve 😀