Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
“Sit still!” she commanded, as I shifted in my chair, “you’ll only feel a pinch.”
Despite her supposedly reassuring words, her eyes gleamed, glassy with malicious anticipation.
Fright prickled the skin on the back of my neck, and I twisted away from the needle.
Maybe I could do try and do a runner.
There must be a road. My mind drifting back, as my body dropped like a sack of potatoes and my vision turned to dust, there must be a road.
Why so glum?
Well … March came in like a lion, and it looks like it’s going out that way as well, not an effing lamb in sight; plus everything is so egregiously awful, how can you NOT be glum?
I just think about the Easter Bunny.
For crying out loud, you’re a full-grown person!
Which is why I’m focusing on the Bunny, because, as Cormac McCarthy said “…you fix what you can fix, and you let the rest go,” and for me, snapping the head off a solid-chocolate bunny sounds like the perfect way to let go while plotting the revolution.
Aaah … Vive la revolution and the Bunny!
It’s been awhile since I’ve written so thanks to the following for my inspiration.
I thrust my knife forward, but my foe is invisible in the darkness. That’s alright. I can wait.
Then the dark is pierced by light, revealing a nurse. The ugly one with the mustache and spider veins. Smelling like tabasco and beer.
“You’re tilting at windmills again aren’t you dear? Let’s get you into bed.”
I comply. I can wait. Her time will come.
Our challenge was to tell a story in 64 words using the following words:
NURSE
TABASCO
INVISIBLE
SPIDER
WINDMILL
MOUSTACHE
at fifty, I believed a precious chapter had begun
I lit sparklers and filled my cup
toasting
my voice ringing clear and loud
but by sixty
the message felt muted
too many tick tocks watched
my hope wiped by ceaseless drama
by seventy I hope
my cup will fill once more
toasting
a new chapter begun again
Today’s Monday Wordle asked us to use the following words: chapter, clear, cup, drama, felt, fifty, message, muted, precious, sparkler, watched, & wiped.
Not sure what I’ve created here. Free verse? Sad screed?
The woman sipped her tea and activated the live video feed. It was time.
The girl with the red hair was floating in the pool like that Disney mermaid. The agent strolled through the backyard. He stopped at the pool, clearly irritated.
Just then, the boy began to creep from behind the pillar. Then ran at a full gallop. A water gun exploded. The man landed in the pool.
Another open house ruined. Those kids really don’t want to move.
Our challenge was to tell a story in 80 words using the following words:
CREEP
MERMAID
TEA
VIDEO
RED
GALLOP
AGENT
PILLAR
Tina Stewart Brakebill 