The editors at Trifecta are doom-saying this weekend. 33-333 words with this phrase as the jump-off point: the world will end in three days. Since I think 33 words is harder to write sometimes, that is what I chose to do. These are my words – where are yours?
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Toss the old celery and rubbery carrots to the moose. The countdown has begun. The world will end in three days. We’ll share. I’ll enjoy the steak – the animals can have the veggies.
A quickie haiku to save my spot – will come back and think on it and (hopefully) do Lou justice.
Happy Independence Day, my friends.
A tip of the hat and a salute for our active and retired armed forces. A thanks to the forefathers – and foremothers – of our country who had a vision for our future long before we were we.
Turn off your waterworks.
Ease up with the fireworks.
You are not dying.
It is only a scratch.
Stop crying, for heaven’s sake!
Mother’s hands raise – hover
Then come down with a hug.
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Trifecta’s Week 34 challenge is to write 33-333 words using FIREWORKS in the third definition:
3: plural
a : display of temper or intense conflict
b : a spectacular display [the fireworks of autumn leaves]
My mother would always call my fits of temper “fireworks.” She sometimes raised her hands – sometimes brought them down in other displays than hugs, but not often.
Shelli stared at the words taunting her from her smart pad. The cursor blinked, blinked, blinked, waiting for her to reply.
YOU ARE BEING WATCHED – DO NOT LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER. HE IS THERE.
She could barely stand the tension that erupted in her skin. Shelli’s neck kinked and knotted and she felt her shoulders hunch tighter toward her ears.
DO NOT LOOK (blink, blink, blink) The murmur of the others in the coffee shop grew into a cacophony as Shelli debated answering.
Why are you telling me this? What do you want me to do?
SIMPLE. YOU RUN. NOW! . . .
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Okay, now I probably won’t be able to go to sleep for trying to finish this in my dream/wakefulness. This is in reply to Velvet Verbosity’s word of the week: MURMUR.
Yeah, I don’t know where it came from, either. But, I will leave you with it for the night – or to read over your morning coffee. Be careful – don’t look over your shoulder. HE might be there.
Picture from this site.