Piled under blankets,
pigment greased thick
under fingernails – scrubbed once
or twice – her breath falls soft.
Fast as Nike, she slept.
Night crept darker still;
under what pretense
would light appear but dawn?
An hour forgotten, a day forgotten.
The memories fade and no witness
to bear this breath in or out.
Snow drifts. One hurricane
follows another, falls dark.
so silent it hums.
right before the storm.
that falling, grasping, shhh.
when the mind has slowed.
the breath has caught.
a glacier melting not groaning yet.
not fracturing or breaking.
not sighing or even exhaling.
what lands between two beats.
disappears when the foot falls.
The photo inspiration for Friday Fictioneers
For what it was worth, she had won. As if siphoning life through competition, breathing in victory like oxygen, and being the one who stood at the regal apex were enough to justify any means. Of course, having passed the figurative tortoise, she was now standing cold on the pavement, watching her brother cross a different sort of finish line, family in tow.
The thought was commonplace; a holiday reflection prompted by a chance sighting. Laughter. What it would mean to have lost the salary and gained something else – something normal, unquantifiable.
And yet, she had no time for nonsense.
For more flashes prompted by this image, and to learn more about flash fiction, visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple and explore the Friday Fictioneers.
1 Senseless running and running
2 will only tire you.
3 We must make development but
4 what does it mean?
2 That will only tire you.
5 We need more time.
4 What does it mean
6 to be distracted and confused, to rush?
5 We need more time
7 to look for a real purpose. Meditate.
6 To be distracted and confused, to rush;
8 this is attention deficit disorder
7 Look for a real purpose. Meditate.
9 Find real knowledge, deep compassion.
8 No more attention deficit disorder.
10 We do not know how to live alone or together. Let us
9 find real knowledge, deep compassion.
3 We must make development. But
10 we do not how to live alone or together. Let us
1 stop senseless running and running.
Life unravels slow
like the blue tide receding
until on turning
first away and back again
change is dramatic
This image was provided as a prompt to the Friday Fictioneers last week by Susie Lindau, guest host.
In the short leaping space that bridges one moment to the next, I realized I should have left my feet on the ground. Danger was in forward motion, not staying put. Apocalyptic possibilities only became imminent as I proceeded.
Physicists theorize that our notion of ‘time passing’ is inaccurate. Existing once is existing forever.
And maybe I could have stayed back there, in the moment before, when this moment was only the future – not a slope of time cascading. Now, I am slipping down.
I passed the point of no return. I saw it in nothing-space below, before I landed here.
For more flashes prompted by this week’s photo, and to learn more about flash fiction, visit Madison Woods and explore.
Let there be peaches
in your life.
Let there be time
so much time
in your life.
Let there be gardening
and flip flops that break
and basset hounds
and people who say
“You take the pie!”
(instead of the cake).
Let there be off-beat restaurants
and free range chickens
in your life.
And let there be
Let there be despair.
Let there be thunderstorms
and bad dreams
and big, embarrassing, juicy details
to describe the mistakes you make.
Let there be mistakes.