the triple life-size oil portrait
of himself behind his desk –
you know all you need about him already
the triple life-size oil portrait
of himself behind his desk –
you know all you need about him already
I am still here
because of you.
As long as you read, I’ll write.*
*But this month, I may not post as often as you’re used to – international move etc. Once it’s done, it will be business as usual.
If I included shorter stuff in the Top 3, Shared Journey would definitely be in it. But I don’t, and my favourites are all stories I wrote for Nortina’s fabulous Moral Mondays (I suggest you check it out if you’re not already playing) :
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This month is going to be a bit tricky, because it’s the summer holidays and I’m preparing an international move. I’ll try to write at least one 100-word story a week, though, otherwise the August Top Three is going to be a sad affair.
The car crash barely left enough of you
for them to identify your remains,
and yet to me, the city is filled with traces of you.
This is a story about a girl who received a piece of advice she didn’t like. One of her creative writing teachers said: Creativity loves boundaries.
No, said the girl, I don’t like boundaries. I don’t want to make anything off limits. I want it all.
But all is quite a lot. Sometimes, all staring at the girl proved too much.
Maybe, said the girl. Maybe I’ll try a boundary.
One hundred words. I’m going to limit myself to 100 words, said the girl. See how it goes.
Bumpy is how it went, at first. Now, though, it’s going well.
‘Mrs. White, with the lead pipe, in the conservatory.’
‘Nope. Can’t have been Mrs. White.’
‘Must have been. I asked, remember. Nobody has her.’
‘Of course nobody has her.’
‘Then she’s in the envelope.’
‘Didn’t you listen? They killed her.’
‘Who did?’
‘Some suit, with an email, at Cluedo HQ.’
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
I don’t know if I’d said anything right away if I’d known. I mean, who was I going to tell? And what?
To tell the truth, I didn’t believe it had happened. I dismissed it as a Technicolor nightmare, fuelled by a recent SciFi movie binge.
The second time, I felt again as if I’d woken from a bad dream. Doubts began creeping in, though. I searched online and found others reporting suffering from identical dreams.
Tonight, we meet, brought together by a real-life Agent Mulder. He believes our theory that we’ve become lab rats for a hostile alien species.
***
An opening line for this week’s WP Discover Challenge? Of course I’m in.
Stylus & tablet? Shiny, yeah.
I’d rather you gave me pen & sketchbook,
though, and let me make indelible mistakes.
I know what those narrowed eyes mean – she’s not from around here, she ought to go back to her own country.
That look of bewilderment
when I open my mouth, though – it’s almost worth it.
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