Good morning! I’m glad I survived another week of impromptu problems.
Friday the 5th, I accidentally triggered a massive clog in a branch line for our laundry and kitchen sinks. Friday the 12th, the problem was actually fixed after about $900 had been spent.
The week saw a great many anxiety attacks as I played phone tag with the plumbers, but now… I’m feeling a lot lighter in terms of mood.
However, my very short stories this week may have been affected by it all. Here’s hoping you manage to enjoy them anyways!
#Beneath starry skies
Eyes divine the lies
Of an unkind mind.
Applaud a Godliness,
Destructive and callous.
Yet race time’s clock
Like a fired glock.
Dodge Death and decay.
Goals are our souls
Filling the holes
Of mortality’s game.
The witch pulled back her dark curtains and watched the costumed children run from house to house. Lips curled in a snarl at the sight of green skin and a wart under the pointy, black hat. Holding an abalone shell, she meditated.
‘How I hate #trick or treating.’
#Fury’s hands tightened around her throat. Fingers dug into soft flesh, yielding, and the faint pulse vibrated through its arm. Its black eyes watched tears well in her dying gaze, unempathetic.
Her last breath was a mumbled sorry, guilty.
Her last sight, Hellish Fire.
The #tunnel curled, spiraling downwards inside the Earth, and they followed its steep descent. Footsteps echoed louder than the hushed whispers of the ragged group. Their lights caused the coloured quartz to glow, a stunning rainbow that faded in the depths of the rock.
‘There’s #precious little time in the day,’ she whispered into his ear and roused him.
‘What’d you say?’
‘I said get up!’ she said markedly louder against his face, ‘We have dinner plans with my parents, remember?’
Finally sitting, he muttered, ‘But it’s nap time…’
The sun’s rays shone upon the #boy’s neck, burning skin slow as a snail. Sweat beaded, fell, and formed again; the taste of salt strong on his tongue. Calloused feet carried his bony body forward down the asphalt road. Its stinging heat unfelt by worn soles.
A #torrent of rain ripped through the roof. She woke to its cold water pounding down on her and soaking the confines of her room. Frantic, she rushed about, collecting memories in the form of photos and figurines.
She abandoned them when the flooding reached her knees.
2 thoughts on “Very Short Stories, Week 13”
As always, wonderful work my friend! My favorite (cause I’ve always got at least one!) is July 14th. I could see, smell and taste those words. Excellent job at conjuring up vivid images and awakening all the senses in just a few words.
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Thank you so much! I enjoyed writing that one and focusing on the senses. The hate of heat on my part probably helped. Thanks again1 😀
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