I’m tempted to let the earth swallow me whole
I’d sink into the oceans of dirt
Slide through the fissures at the core
And come out on the other side
Something more
RDP: Fissure
Tag: ragtag daily prompt
Chairs
“I asked you to get the chairs out.” Lila knew that Charles would use every opportunity to exasperate her, especially when it came to her family.
“I did.” His lips curved into a smirk, only infuriating her more.
“How exactly do you expect anyone to sit in them?” She spit the words towards him like sharpened knives. Charles tapped his chin as he examined his chair placement.
“You didn’t specify what the chairs were to be used for. You just said get them out.” He gestured grandly. “They’re out … your highness.” The last words stung with a venom only her husband could perfect.
“You’re ridiculous.” Sharp pain shot through Lila’s palms where her nails were threatening to break skin. “This is ridiculous!”
“It is, isn’t it? I suppose that’s what you get.”
The force of her slap sent him reeling to the side. He half expected his fingers to come away from the stinging imprint with a coating of fresh blood.
“You bitch! You want chairs! Here!” Charles channeled the rage spiraling through him as he shook the metal pergola. The polls swayed violently, shaking the chairs loose. All at once they came crashing down to the pavement.
Word Count: 199
For Sunday Photo Fiction and RDP word of the day: Talk
In The Name of Control
It is an act of happenstance that humans age. We were supposed to be the all supreme, controllers of our environment and all that means.
At least, that’s what this book says. Personally, I’ve never felt one bit in control of this life. Try telling your military commanders or your knuckleheaded children to just go with the flow. They laugh in your face and tell you to put your glasses back on so you can see reality.
They’ll see one day. All these lies in the name of control will fall away. Someone will need glasses, it won’t be me.
Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers AND the RDP word of the day: happenstance
2 for 1! And Friday Fictioneers on Weds!
Schism
There’s a rip
In who I am
Torn
By who I dream to be
RDP Word of the Day: Schism
Catching
There’s the tiniest spark of doubt,
Catching the dust on fire
Spreading like oil
Coating each thought I touch
RDP Prompt: Scintilla
Tuesday Music (On Tuesday this Time)
RDP: Fusty AKA moldy, musty or old fashioned.
Tuesday (I mean Wednesday) Music
RDP Prompt: Nostalgia
My brain isn’t working lately.
Marionettes
It’s as if my entire life has been an experiment, a study in indiscriminate chaos theory; Russian roulette served up with a rusty knife. It seemed the world shook out of tune. Or maybe it was me. It was just a matter of time. It’s a scientific fact that great amounts of pressure will make things crack. Some of us can taste the air and others only hear static when we speak. It’s simply theory that we’re connected like marionettes on string.
Where you pull, my heart jerks; subtle palpitations against the grain. I gathered the words to tell you but you scooped them from my tongue. I dangle above our cardboard stage.
RDP Prompt Reflection
Tuesday Needs Music
Is It You After All?
Memories are fickle little things
I watch your gait as you move through a crowd
Is it you after all?
Your laugh and your gaze
Ignite flames but the lighter clicks
And never catches hold
Of my stray dreams and gut feelings
Whenever I smell sweet smoke
Or the slightest whiff of your voice in monotone over my stereo.
Perhaps we need it this way
Perhaps time has bound our brains.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Strain
