An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays). The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition. Also includes the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: HOW.
“How much do you love me?”
He buttons up her wedding gown, but the bodice gapes and droops. Then he hands her the veil. But no pins or hair grips: she has no use for such things these days.
“I love you more than I did yesterday,” he says, cupping her face in his hands.
“But will you still love me tomorrow?” Her sunken eyes sparkle and gleam at him.
“My love for you will never die,” he promises.
“Can you show me how much you love me?”
He carries her out onto the terrace, where his tears flow to mix with hers. They share a kiss, and he steps back.
“Thank you.” She gives him one last smile and hoists herself up onto the balcony. For a second, she is silhouetted against the setting sun. Then her body tumbles into the lengthening shadows below.
LindaGHill’s prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: let go. Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think “let go.” Enjoy!. Have fun! Click HERE for the rest of the rules.
Sky Goddess, wife and mother
When Set killed your husband
Scattering his remains along the Nile
You diligently searched the riverbank
Finding all but the genitals
Some might say you missed the best bits of all
But others might say you should have let it go
And spent the time looking out for yourself
LindaGHillhosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt is “close eyes and point.” Grab the closest printed material to you when you sit down to write your post, open it up, close your eyes, and point. Whatever your finger lands on, use that as your prompt. Have fun!. Click HERE for the rest of the rules, and to play along.
“There are various kinds of slug traps on the market,” said Colin. “But I refuse to sell them. You should buy a duck.”
“I don’t have a pond.”
“Pity, because then you could enjoy free-range eggs with your slug-free lettuce.” He gave me a curt nod and served another customer.
“You wouldn’t need to build a pond.” A garlic-scented voice whispered in my ear. I turned around to find Marge Hopkins staring at me. “Divert the stream at the bottom of your garden.”
“And lose most of my planting land?”
“Good point! Why don’t you try beer? It works a treat.” She clapped her hands as if that ended the conversation.
It did. Now, all I had to do was get rid of Marge. I told her I needed the loo.
“Over there,” she pointed to a tent at the far end of the field. “I’ll catch you later.”
We exchanged non-friendly smiles, and I trotted off to the toilet thinking: I bet she’s sent me to the eco-potty.
She had, and the queue was ten deep. I asked where to find the regular bogs and was stared at as though I were a nasty slug in the lettuce patch. I am green, I wanted to say, but sometimes nature won’t wait. Wilting under their disapproval, I scuttled off to the planet-trashing flushing toilet.
I had it to myself and relished the peace and cleanliness of it all. This was a thing we would all be saying goodbye to in the next few years. Would I miss the joy of wasting gallons of water and mounds of paper? No! But I wish people like Marge and Colin weren’t so holier than thou and encouraged, rather than hectored, me into being a part of the clean green living machine.
LindaGHillhosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is boo. Find a word with the letters boo in it or use boo as is and base your post on it. Click HERE for the rest of the rules, and to play along.
Winnie the Pooh Went to the loo But saw a queue
Paddington first, with Baloo Then Fozzie and Rupert, too And at the back stood Boo-Boo
Ruddy Yogi, that selfish lummox Was in there again with Goldilocks!