Depress the button whenever you hear this sound.
He leaves the room.
Buzzing. Static. Her beating heart.
Ping, beep, click.
And then the voices.
He leans over the balcony railing with her note in one hand and his half smoked cigarette in the other. Can’t stay, sorry love, pressing matters, no point waking you up to say goodbye… So many lies. He wants to believe them and doesn’t know why.
The paper crumples in his fist, drops to the patio stone. He watches it skitter and dance in the morning breeze. Imagines her leaving, how she walked, the set of her shoulders, the swing of her hair. Gone, like that. With no looking back.
He slowly exhales. His head hurts. So does his heart.
Light and Shade Challenge - 100 words inspired by the above picture and this quote: She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake – Margot Asquith
Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold. There was nothing green yet anywhere I looked, and the air stayed cold until well past mid day. Sometimes the sun would break through the grey mist with a half-hearted attempt at cheering up the sad and dismal countryside , but all that brown was discouraging, and day after day it seemed to simply give up without a fight.
No, come back! I wanted to shout at it. Try harder. Winter is an asshole, you can make it go away. But the sun doesn’t listen to anyone.
Those last few bleak days I spent hesitantly preparing to leave, because I was reluctant too. Remiss to walk away from a life that had become impossible, but which remained, in spite of everything, still strangely comforting in its familiarity. Afraid, wary, hanging back, I kept searching for one good reason not to go. There were reasons, but in the end, none of them were good enough.
A shrill whistle sounded in the distance and the tracks grumbled and shook as a numbing north wind whipped stray locks of hair across my face and into my eyes, some of the long strands sticking to the tears that kept stubbornly falling no matter how many times I brushed them away. My ticket to freedom was crushed and broken in one clenched fist. The other one dragged my heavy bag across the platform. And then I boarded the southbound train. With all my might and resolve I resisted the backward pull and in my head I wiped the slate clean.
I felt as stubborn as the sun. Strong and steady and enduring. Soon I’d be ready to shine again.
The Speakeasy at Yeah Write # 157 - include the following sentence as the FIRST line in your submission: “Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.”
He says he wants to brave the rapids
So one leg in the canoe I give us a push
Bare feet with life jacket over bikini
Too late I realize we’re bound to mess up
Grab the paddles and endeavour to row
Whack some rocks in the creeks white water
Bumping and tossing we finally capsize
Our little adventure is less than epic
In three feet of water we wade to the dock
Well this was fun! Why start off with a frontwards Acrostic when you can do a backwards one?
Mom died. My heart broke.
A magpie strutted across our backyard, cocked her proud head and looked me straight in the eye.
Her spirit bird.
Delivered a happy memory, then squawked and flew away.
With every visit since, my sad heart soars.
Yeah Write Gargleblaster # 157 - Do you see her much?
Written for Yeah Write # 156 Gargleblaster - 42 words – Who Dunnit?
Good morning sunshine!
Well, it’s not morning anymore, but the a.m. of today was a gorgeous one. The first of over three hundred more that are not the first of April. I don’t like pranks and jokes and being fooled. Even though I am often a great and gullible target. Or maybe that’s exactly why shenanigans and trickery aggravate me so much.
Anyway, the SUNSHINE! I thought today we were supposed to go sailing into many degrees on the plus side of zero celsius, but apparently that’s next week. They say. I’m beginning to dislike THEY. Because now they say we’re getting snow showers this afternoon. Seriously. They need to keep this information to themselves if they can’t think of anything nice to tell us.
So what does all this have to do with the Daily Prompt: Land of Confusion? Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!
Well, it has nothing to do with it, really, except to illustrate why I simply don’t have the right character to be good at every subject there is. I’m much too inattentive and unfocused (and yes, confused) to be messing around and dealing with really important stuff. No, English did not make me scream. I loved English. Math gave me a lot of headaches. But Chemistry made me pull my hair out and wish to die. I guess it’s good that there are people out there who care about the composition and properties of substances and various elementary forms of matter and their reactions and phenomena. Without those people we would not have dangerous cleaning products and makeup.
But who thought putting a bunch of teenagers in a room with substances that react to other substances including fire and water was a good idea? I have told the story elsewhere of how a grade twelve classmate and I dropped a recently blown out match into a garbage can and blew it up. It was an accident. And it was only a small explosion. It taught me to blow out a match and then hold it under running water before disposing of it amongst flammable materials. So I guess you could say chemistry was not a complete waste of time for me, but I definitely don’t remember much else about it. Except maybe for how much I hated the periodic table.
If high school chemistry had dealt with sympathetic understanding, rapport, and the interaction of one personality with another, now that I might have been good at. Where all the answers weren’t H2O and Bunsen burners. Okay, those were only my answers, but you know what I mean.
On second thought, maybe unleashing all that touchy feely stuff in a room full of teenagers isn’t a really smart idea either.
What was your worst subject in school? What’s the weather like where you are? If you’re a world famous chemist or if you’re living in one of those places where the grass is green and crocuses are blooming, I take it back – I don’t think I want to hear about it. Even if it’s just a prank.
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