dinner

what to have, where to eat, when to start
where to start?
overdone
underdone
hot
cold
blackened
raw
covered with sauce (not ketchup)
do you want fries with that?
(giggle)
remember to salt the water
fling the pasta on the wall?
clear up
wash up
wipe up

start over tomorrow

*bit late, for prompt "dinner" sunday scribblings*

red hot

stolen moments whispered words
borrowed kisses hidden doors
closed eyes
dark corners
underneath the veil of night
they meet
hidden behind masks of deceit and white lies
she with not he but him
he with not her but she
encoded texts double meanings
words glance the edges of the page
unsent unseen
tripp over black and white and red
envy's necessity wishes lock
windows crack left open
undone
shimmering flung
senselessly slammed land
muddied with time's passing

for may

born in springtime when flowers are new to the trees
she greeted us with a cheery smile and a wave
always asked about my babies
watched them grow, remembered their names
she observed the world from her front porch rocker
compared flowers and weather over shopping carts and walks
a bright and sunny spring day, pink blossoms and freshly green trees
dear may is remembered and missed already

labour

it was love's labour's lost. in one go. step up to the stage and get moving, take the baton and run with it. she grasped the prop and stood there babbling about nothing in particular. then she looked around and realised everyone was smiling. they were clapping. she had no clue what she said but she was happy she had taken the chance and done it.


*for one word, labour*

blizzard

the blizzard was coming, no one was ready.
everyone was panicked.
tv news crews rushed. recorded. frightened everyone.
milk bread eggs flashlights meds shovels
what a relief, no school, lots of games, popcorn, children's laughter.
snowpiles. snowmen. snowball fights.
best long weekend ever!

for one word, "blizzard"

message

"message"

the message arrived loud and clear
she just didn't hear it correctly
she didn't want to believe it
she nudged the idea out of her head
she tried, she pushed, she shoved
how could it be this
not here, not now
she squeezed her eyes closed
willed herself not to hear it
grasped at the fading dream

slowly she stumbled blindly out of the bed
reaching over to pick up the whimpering baby
"now now darling, hush, mama's here for you, always"

for sunday scribblings, "message"

yes

"yes"
they stood on a dark grassy hill overlooking the town. he held her hand, their fingers intertwined. his other hand shoved deep in his coat pocket clutched the small velvet box. he'd carried it for weeks now. he traced the outline of the box, imagined the circular outline of the ring secured inside, pictured it sliding onto her left hand.
the air was crisp and chilly and she shivered slightly.
he clasped her hand tighter, then turned to her and smiled. she laughed, as she always did. his eyes twinkled bluer when he smiled. still holding her left hand, he turned back toward her and took a deep breath.
"now or never," he thought.
he tucked the ring box into the palm of his right hand. he dropped down onto his right knee while holding her hand and the box and looked up at her.
she gasped in recognition of his intent and then smiled again.
"will you. . .," he left the sentence dangle and then lifted the box from his pocket and opened his hand palm side up to her, opening the box with one hand.
". . .marry me? please?" his eyes held hers unsure of her reply.
her green eyes glistened as she held out her hand atop his hand.
"of course, of course, yes."


he smiled pulling himself out of his daydream. he glanced at her, the green grassy hill and grasped her hand, their fingers entwined. a gentle breeze blew over the trees while a distant church bell rang.
"it's now or never," he thought.

for sunday scribblings "yes"

fait accompli

she signed her name, sealed the envelope and placed the stamp, not realising that mailing this one letter would impact her future so greatly.

red bus

everyday she took the same big red bus. she rarely sat on top. walking up the round stairway while the bus raced down the road frightened her. when the conductor came to take the fare, as he often did, she would pay the full fare. sometimes he missed her and she would thankfully pay one less fare zone, it was enough for a small tea in at the park kiosk. she loved walking in the park along the water's edge during her lunch break. sometimes the sun shone through, but more often it was hidden behind dark clouds.


*work in progress*

unconscious mutterings

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. 365 :: days a year, make a year
   
2. Tombstone :: pizza, cowboy
   
3. Dumb :: luck, blonde
   
4. Intrusive :: idiot, world
   
5. Fat :: lot of good, meat
   
6. Axe :: handle
   
7. Planned :: parenthood
   
8. Spike :: lee, ground, hand
   
9. Bleach :: dye, hair, wash
   
10. Shopkeeper :: busy, england
    

for unconscious mutterings week #362