Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt.
No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go.
Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck.
Forever.
No!
Now beckoned. She followed.
outside looking in
watching you through downcast eyes
forever fearing
Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com
Thanks to Kat for this thought provoking image. It’s not my usual micro-fiction Twittering Tale kind of offering but once this thought grabbed my brain, it wouldn’t let go.
Ben was patient. He could wait.
No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them.
His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target.
SPLAT!
Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter.
Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection.
This 280 character tale about *The Water Balloon Bandit was inspired by Kat’s Twittering Tale challenge.
Twas fun to write but I think that Ben may benefit from some therapy!
Cover Photo by Nathan Dumlao at Unsplash.com
Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed.
Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill.
Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.”
I clearly am reveling in the dark this week! Thanks to Kat’s Twittering Tales Challenge for inspiring this 279 character story.
No one saw them come. They just appeared overnight. Cages. Thousands of them, millions probably. Everywhere. We stared. Pointed. Hypothesized. Made bets on what had been inside, where they had run off to. Nobody guessed the cages weren’t really empty. Until it was too late.
This 276 character Twittering Tale was written for Kat Myrman’s Challenge to tell a story in 280 characters or less based on the photo courtesy of Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com
Tina Stewart Brakebill 