fff#22 + trigger flash fiction friday #23
selfishness made the flash fiction friday trigger late this week: i was so close to being done with my fff#22 (below #23-trigger, this post) that i had to finish it before i posted the next trigger.
so, with apologies delivered in story-form under this flash fiction friday #23 (inclusion) trigger: wrinkle, heavy, space, light, time.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
when i drink i start telling stories and before i even realise i overdid it i struggling to remember which is reality and which is the lie, which is my life and which my possible death.
i keep expecting to get used to being somebody else, to stop having to remind myself of my name, to turn around the 1st time an unfamiliar voice calls. getting used to being somewhere new was easier, by then i’d done it before albeit for different reasons, though now it never happened since that me doesn’t exist…
the aftermath of drinking: nostalgia for the future i’ll never have, copious vomiting, bitterness over the loss of lives+loves, headache…but what else is there?
when the drinking starts it does its job; i forget myself the way i intend, my current and given names equally less important than the handle of my poison. in the attempt to feel less i drink more and more than i should.
when i drink i fantasise about returning to myself, revisiting my old life to see if i left a hole. i have a list of items to bring back, as if reacquiring these things i miss will bring my 2 lives closer together.
when i drink i remember what never had the chance to happen.
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 5:26 pm
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The Black Cat
I am the last of my kind. All others have faded away and left me alone in this solitary space to the job that no one of this time will admit is taking place.
The black cat. I am.
We were once a proud force who walked where there was no light and did deeds the world chastised. But we did what we were trained to do and we did it with purpose and never made a mistake.
Assassins. That is what they called us. Children raised to kill without leaving so much as a whisper of a clue behind. We left no mark, not a wrinkle, no sign, which in itself should have warned us.
Every action has an equal but opposite reaction, a truth, a law of our universe, and though no eyes could ever see the marks we made, the toll was indeed heavy for those of us who made them.
It is why i am the last black cat, i alone carry forward our legacy. Left alone, all alone, waiting willing and more than able to kill any and all creativity.
"Good morning Madame Minister, are you ready to meet with the Culture Coalition?"
"Yes, indeed i am."
in+done+posted immediately above on mainpage, along with fff#24 trigger...ah gone to read mystie...
walk good.
mystie: chilling...walk good.
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