The photograph I took
with the colors and the fruit
was my favorite;
if only colors could always be so bright
grass so vibrant in green
sky so crisp in blue
that’s the word we use for skies, right?
And what is the sun
if not already bright, but
couldn’t it be more flaming
more burningly yellow
I heard that people do not always dream
that dreams come in black-and-white
like an old TV screen
And my own dreams, I cannot picture
cannot remember if they come brilliantly
or all in dull grays and shades
Maybe I am thirsty for something
more vivid. Maybe
my subconscious has selected fruit
to be the color of my dreams
Maybe I am dreaming now
Dear dedicated readers,
I have decided to participate as a new Fictioneer in Madison Woods‘s FridayFlash. To my understanding, flash fiction is an exercise for creative writers that allows them to play with words and ideas in a very limited space (sometimes up to 500 words, but generally less). Being concise improves word choice and sometimes diction. Trying to write a story in only a few words or paragraphs pushes our creative buttons, shifting us into a higher imaginative gear.
*The FridayFlash is a bunch of bloggers writing 100-word pieces in response to a picture posted by Madison Woods on her Thursday blog. (Sometimes the flash is longer, because 100 words are very few, but in this, my first attempt, I was strict with myself).
This week’s photo:
For my 21st birthday, my mother collected 17 stones.
“Don’t open the box.”
I asked if she was really giving me a gift I couldn’t open. She just fiddled rearranging the colored glass shards on the counter, mumbling pungent, pungent.
That night, she disappeared. The box smelled grief-stricken.
Later, non-smells would waft from it – flatness, joy, Fur Elise – nothing I could understand, everything I could name. I hated the box. I hated the birthday stones.
When I finally opened it, I plunged into lemons and sunshine, blazing trumpets and death like steel.
I gave it away before I disappeared, too.
A.) Pretend you are a color. Or pretend that you experience synesthesia like my friend Ian, who sees people and letters in colors.
B.) When sitting next to extreme conservatives on an airplane (possibly including one soldier and one old racist man from Alabama), remain diplomatic.
C.) If you are studying for a standardized test and you require corrective lenses, use your glasses.