Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Haiku
Showing posts with label June 02. Show all posts
Showing posts with label June 02. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
The Games We Play…
“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
“What?” Donna asked a bit too surprised as she heard her husband break their morning silence. Daryl snapped back into the present, looking away from the spider web that glistened as it refracted the morning sun in the dew caught in its webs.
“Oh, nothing. I was just musing over the old axiom.” He pointed out their large panel window in the breakfast nook at the garden just beyond. “That spider web caught my attention.”
Donna slowed her breathing, realizing he wasn’t making any accusations, and yet her pulse was racing. “O…oh. Yes.” She feigned a smile as a touch of remorse ate at her. “The spider web.” Just then, her phone buzzed on the table.
Daryl looked over at her as she looked at her phone.
Meet me tonight at 8?
“Who’s that?” He asked as she quickly hide the phone and typed back, Absolutely!!!
“Work. Why do you ask?”
Just as he was about to answer, his phone buzzed on the table.
Filed under: Micro Fiction Tagged: MFtS
The Overlook…
skies of blue
fields of green
white clouds float by
in between
as I silently watch
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Oddly enough, I had written the first four lines almost two weeks ago. When I saw the photo, I started writing a microfiction that I just didn't like. So after walking away and trying to rethink this, I looked at the photo again and it reminded me of what I wrote, so off to Evernote I went and found the words. Added the last line to get to five, but I'm pretty happy with how it looks.
Filed under: Free Verse Tagged: FSF
The Bellwether…
The bellwether opened the door to the old church building and stepped outside. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the midday light and looked around to see if anyone was around. As usual, the sidewalk leading up to the entrance was desolate. As it had been for the last forty or so years. Most had forgotten the last time the bell rang and the church became the outpost for humanity. Time has that effect, wearing away our memories of the horrible things.
As the bellwether turned to walk back in, he took one final look up at the sun. That’s when he saw the black spot. That’s when he knew it was time to open the doors. That’s when he knew it was time to ring the bell.
Evil had returned.
Filed under: Micro Fiction Tagged: FFfAW
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