flash fiction friday #75
dread. i now jump up, grab a mango, gone by the kitchen sink, bite+break+peelback skin, sink my teeth into this delightful, edible piece of sunshine...and as i greedily sucking back the 1st mouthful, chasing juice down my lip with my tongue, all the tension leave my body in a rush and my knees get weak weak like a tiny orgasm, oui...
thus come flash fiction friday #75; [inclusions] trigger: seed, feed, weed, bleed, greed/y.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
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, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, 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 time.*[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!
walk good.
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searching for soul in the receding luminescence of twilight
a film of dusk
raises off my skin
like powder from a moth's wing
shimmering,
dancing in the air
gold, purple, emerald,
burnt oranges and yellows
and rich light browns
all while the day
bleeding itself out,
stutters and stumbles to the west
a bad actor, greedy for stage
refusing to die
on time.
the sky darkens, the night-blanket is on us
a lighter flicks
a spliff is lit
weed as incense,
libations for twilight
and endless times of change.
for those who were here
and are not
and yet to come,
for seeds planted
and yet to be sown.
ritual
touching of self
hand to head
spliff to mouth inhale
exhale
repeat|repeat
while repeating, recline
and find
the oldest tapestry, the slowest motion picture
eyes feed on spot after spot
night-blanket and its holes.
my fff#75 posted right above this post on this blog, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/06/fff75.html
walk good.
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