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By The Lily Pond

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Light Motifs II Thursday Inspiration 49-SHARP

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The  two women in brightly colored hiking gear  were walking on a trail through a sunny park named after a Priest.

The Sun was shining in a cloudless sky and it was warm- warm enough for the two of them to break a little sweat but not so warm that they had to break out their water bottles.

They strolled by  a pond full of lily pads and frogs, further down the trail there was another pond where a family of ducks swam in leisurely circles and dog walkers passed by them and smiled wide beautiful smiles.

The dogs.

Not the people.

” I can show you were the monsters live ” she told her friend who’s name is Tabitha.

Tabitha stopped and decided to play along with her friend’s joke. ” No way. No way do monsters live here. It’s to- it just to beautiful for them.”

” Well. There is a lot of room for-” her voice trailed off and she put her hand to her throat.

Tabitha thought that the flush she saw raising up from her friend’s neck to her cheeks was from the heat. She supposed it had gotten to her a little. ” For what? ” she laughed.

Felicity’s face turned red and little beads of sweat popped out on her cheeks.

” Here. Have some water,  you look a little warm.”

Felicity shook her head. ” Oh no. It’s not that. I just feel a little foolish. What a thing for an adult to say. I’m so embarrassed.  I was just being-”

” Fanciful?” Tabitha offered as she started back up the trail.

Felicity let her friend walk a little ahead of her and when Tabitha was a few feet away, Felicity reached behind her back and pulled something off of her belt clip.

Tabitha heard a sharp metal click and guessed Felicity was going to have that drink of water after all.

” Monsters wouldn’t live here. Too many mosquitos and who needs the competition? Felicity asked. ” It is a nice little hike all the same. Like I said, there’s lots of room to pretty much do whatever you want. Anyway,  I could use a snack right now. Is that ok?”

Tabitha was going to answer, in fact she tried to-

but the cut that Felicity  made on the front of Tabitha’ neck from ear to ear after she snuck up behind her, bumping into Tabitha just a little bit as she grabbed the back of her head by her ponytail, made it impossible for her to say anything at all.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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The Runners

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RDP Sunday — SOMETHING

He dug up every letter,  faded concert ticket and a carefully folded panty from that magical night when he turned 19 and  she spent that first night with him

and ran back to her.

She  wrote a poem and signed it with a little picture she doodled with a shaky hand of her cradling her naked breasts

and she opined

that they were

Forever soulmates, let’s run away to Italy and you can eat my pasta while I listen to you play guitar in the moonlight under my window

and with this song of love in  hand she ran towards him crying in ecstasy with each step she took.

 

By the time they met, in that enchanted place they would call home

40 years had flown by without them

and the Grim Reaper was there too

at their housewarming

singing a song under their window with a scythe in one hand and a pair of panties and a handful of poems written in a shaky hand in the other.

 

Before he knocked the Reaper wondered

as he sometimes did

if these fragile souls needed something to live for

why some of them settled for something that wasn’t there

when there was so much around them

that

was.

 

 

It’s All In The Hands

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https://youtu.be/B0x4jJHI9VE.

Japanese professor Kenri Kodaka of Nagoya City University has created “Bodiject Fingers”, a rather disconcerting optical illusion in which disembodied human fingers appear out of a wooden table and take on bone and mind bending shapes and patterns.

The Secrets

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FOWC with Fandango — Ceremony

Death knows secrets-

what you smelled like, what you saw  before your eyes stopped talking to your brain who you called out for, under your breath,  in the end.

Death keeps those secrets under lock and key in a room with a single chair made of oak and a window that looks out over a river and it’s dark red water reflects the sun and moon as they die every night together.

 

The Mortician who dressed you, the Apprentice who embalmed you, the Receptionist

who helped put your in your coffin that day

do not work in secret.

 

Sometimes they listen to music when they work and sometimes they worry about the drive home at the end of the day and will the traffic be bad? What’s for dinner,  they will say to each other and sometimes to you.

 

When everyone goes home and leave you to rest under a cool blanket of Earth and sod there in the dark, will you dream? Will you mourn for what used to be, will Death visit you again for a chat?  Will your new neighbors ask you to rise up and join them for a stroll  to the river where you can watch the Sun and the Moon die together every night?

How will it make you feel? Will you laugh? Will you cry? Will  the sight of it give you nightmares?

Death knows your secrets and it keeps them under lock and key.