flash fiction friday #72
flash fiction friday #72, brought to you by 3big hardback man in the taxi yesterday afternoon singing along lustily to, "if you don't like girls that are smarter than you, well, then you might not like me..."; [inclusions] trigger: unexpected, trio, off, surround, odd.
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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my fff#72 posted immediately above this trigger post on blog, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/05/fff72.html
walk good.
old man on the pavement
day and night
rain and shine.
when he doh sleep
he walk or beg
until he have to sleep again.
wrinkled skin folds
surrounds,
lines of the journey.
he sleep
he wake
he beg
existence, a trio of need
defined by craving.
when he waking
he send words out
"lil help. lil help here"
hoping money come in return
the "fuck off" eh really
unexpected
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