Colours

(flash fiction)

Eyes almost cobalt, Neil was her blue-eyed boy.  Amber with hair to match and a temper on-the ready to flare . Born yellow with jaundice, Sunny lived on to fill the house with laughter. Petal, dear Petal, with parrot eyes and always rescuing animals. Indigo, her daydreamer child, mostly lost in Piscean waters.

She hears their voices in the deep of night. Sees their faces in vibrant colour behind closed eye-lids.

She remembers how they were taken away,  one by one,  only she can’t remember why.

That must be when the colours started to leave her.  Now she sees the world only in monochrome.

Or, perhaps, grays are the only colours in the psychiatric ward.

Another phone composition in the dead of night. Because I’m addicted? All thanks to Rochelle. I  blame her 😁😆😂🤣
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The box

The box looked innocuous.  All sealed and stamped by the lawyer. From the deceased estate of Peter Cooke.

Dave was all agog having never heard this name mentioned but Mili’s face was closed off as she opened the box, as though she had gone into an inner world.

There were Gibran books and video tapes with labels that said,  THE TWOS OF US, OUR BEACH HOLIDAY, THE BEST TIME OF OUR LIVES.

Right underneath was a thin envelope and written on it was, “We almost created a life together, a life you didn’t want to keep.  But I couldn’t let go of the memory.”

Inside was an ultrasound image of a foetus.

 

I wrote this on my phone so it might not be exactly 100 words.  Thanks Rochelle for keeping our creative juices flowing 😁
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By justjoyfulness Posted in Art

Aloha

(100-word flash fiction)

Melania is infuriated.

Everyone else’s in lockdown, having a break, but she is still expected to get up, dress up and turn up. She’s tired of pretending to listen, pretending to look intelligent, pretending to care.

She would rather take long baths and catch up with what the Kardashians are doing.

But, this is the last straw. Day in and day out, even to official meetings, her husband now wears this floral cap that says ‘Aloha!’

Trump’s logic. “If you run away from the virus, it will catch you. But if you welcome it, it will run away from you.”

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Couldn’t resist a wee dig at our chief entertainer.

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Glad

For today’s NaPoWriMo, I tried out the Chaucerian Stanza, which is a stanza of seven Iambic Pentametre lines. In this stanza the first line rhymes with the third, the second with the fourth and fifth, and the last two lines rhyme together, thus forming a couplet. Also called Rhyme royal, rhyme also spelled rime, in short, it is a seven-line iambic pentameter stanza rhyming ababbcc.

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NaPoWriMo 26 – Kennings

For day 26, some kennings. Bjorn at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads presented the concept of Kennings. Or compound noun combinations.

My impromptu attempt 🙂

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A leaf-fall. A leaf

falls on to the forest floor.

Beyond that, silence.

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A heart-knock. Someone

knocks on my heart boarded up.

Beyond that, silence.

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A tune-lilt. Lilting

tunes slowly take me apart.

Beyond that, silence.

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A death-wish. Dying

to the past my only wish.

Beyond that, silence.

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NaPoWriMo 23 – Autumn

For day 23, a haibun.

AUTUMN

As I enjoy the colours of autumn, it also reminds me to let go of old paradigms, worn and tattered beliefs, past-its-expiry-date relationships, outdated concepts that no longer serve. Yes, it’s hard. For don’t we all love the old and comfy, whether it be things or thoughts. The security blanket of the tried and tested.

Autumn sings hymns of
dissolution. Quiet death.
Spring smiling sleeps.

So, just like trees need to let go of the old and dying, lay bare their branches and go through a period of rest and slumber, for new buds to spring forth and life to begin anew, we need to empty ourselves of the old and outworn, so that life can replenish us with the fresh and the new.

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