Flash Fiction, Random Rants, tutto e niente

tomorrow is another day

Determined to shake off the misery for just one day, Margaret vowed to adhere to her self-imposed 24-hour digital detox. Word puzzles filled her first hour. A quick trip to Trader Joe’s for flowers was next. All was good, but then she caught sight of her woebegone expression in the revolving door. Without thinking, she clicked on Insta and the dopamine rush cast a temporary “woe-be-gone” enchantment. Damn, she had failed again! Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.

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Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

first dates and pilot lights

As it often did, the whoosh of the burner sent Linda’s mind back. He wasn’t her type, but she had promised her roommate she’d be the fourth for one double date. Standing in her shared college kitchen, he had said “do you mind” as he had casually leaned over the stove and lit a cigarette on the pilot light. Linda had always hated smoking but something about that casual lean gave her a thrill. Now forty years later, the thrill was still there. Thankfully the cigarettes were not.

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Thanks for the inspiration to tell a highly fictionalized version of our first date. 

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

the end, the middle, begin again

the end comes like purple haze  

with shards of red

penetrating the deep blue

inside the middle

inky black and sparkling white

swirl above the buried blue

begin again with shards of red

the inky black burns pink

and the deep blue rises again

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Written for dVerse MTB and David’s W3. I’m not sure if I did either justice, but I tried!

Laura, our host, at dVerse says:

Today’s MTB prompt is poetry with a colour motif:

  • take one or more literal colours (not a fancy colour name)
  • repeatthe colour word(s) throughout the poem (e.g. refrain; anaphora, epistrophe)
  • use colour synonyms
  • employ colour with its specific meaning to the poem’s theme
  • let your colour motif(s) also become symbolic

 

Lisa, our POW, at W3 says:

Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.

Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two.