flash fiction friday #87
late because of self-debate; in the end i decide to break rules and post a new trigger even though thus far only i write the most recent fff[#86], mostly because i think the nature of the last trigger defies deadline and tha's on me, and while i hope allyuh still try it, i eh want us sticking here.
so, something simple, a palate-cleanser, flash fiction friday #87 [contronym inclusions] trigger; conjugate as/if needed: buckle, dust, bolt, rock, skin, left, bound; [bonus words] refrain, sanguine.
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).
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 online).
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 leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 11:59 pm
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done@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2020/06/fff87.html
walk good.
My eyes are bright and brown and my mouth is delicate and small. I glance towards the vendors as I flutter through the little passageways that the stalls have left of the market. “Three dollars a pound , Miss Lady” they shout. In my easy way , I ignore them with my gentle smile; a gracious queen, her eager subjects.
Despite the shouts , it is the sweet , enchanting smell of ripe guavas drifting on the wind that draw me. The scent enchants me as much as I, myself am enchanting.
When I turn to approach the guava vendor is when my eyes fall upon her. My knees buckle and my heart burns.
While I am tall and slender , she is broad and small. For every charm that I possess, she has a dozen flaws. Though I am as radiant as gold and next to me she would be dust, I leave; no I bolt from the market.
I am bound to my rival as much as she is bound to me.
Torrid and intense, he and I spend hours bathing under the stars and the moonlight. It is always under the moonlight, under the stars , after dusk. I am Eve, I am the evening. My skin is clear but I am his dark desire.
I am drunk with his touch as I rock my hips back and forth. When he leaves I sober myself. It is minutes to ten. For all my charms, my rival always wins. He goes back to her while tomorrow I will wake up alone...
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