1) Finish re-loading bookshelves
2)
Pack for going away
And I’ve finally done the
bookshelves! Not as efficiently or accurately as I ought to have done, but at
least the half dozen crates have been collapsed.
Usual rules: 100 words maximum (excluding
title) of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the
genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised fiction is, as
always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems are fine. Feel
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The Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 254
ReplyDeleteFocused on markings scratched into the wooden tablet Jagah had given her, Namwec failed to notice the obliquely hostile glance Venice shot in her direction as he vanished into the covering underbrush; but the recklessly spiteful glare was not lost on the rat guards whose noses twitched imperceptibly at each other.
‘You and you,’ Namwec pointed at two rats, ‘use these snivelling gerbils to support my brothers and overthrow those meddling upstarts: Don’t come back until it’s done.’ She trailed a claw over the scrawl on the wood slab, ‘And, find me a scribe-maker,’ she commanded.
Much enjoyed the glances and the glares
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DeleteCouldn't help but read the first paragraph over and over - it was SO well constructed, Terrie.
Thresholds new [3]
ReplyDeleteRaven’s obsidian glance oblique; he’d become unused to anything less than subservience in his recent dealings; those with whom we’d stayed – overstayed, I’d’ve said -- held him in too much awe to risk antagonising. Thus he heard my admittedly thorn-threaded teasing as lacking in the respect he now believed his due.
Call it reckless, but I’d no mind to submit to anything other than equality in our dealings with each other – I’d no more scrawl my signature on any contract than I’d expect him to. Clearly now was the time to inform him of that.
Opening 5 words = wonderful, Sandra. I'm hoping Raven gets his due.
DeleteI am expecting a few sparks to fly among these two over the next few weeks.
DeleteLIFE IS…
ReplyDeleteSome years back a six-year-old boy recklessly dashed in front of a speeding car. Instinct propelled me into the street to push him to safety, a move that left me sprawled obliquely like a mangled marionette.
The boy’s mother sent a card to the hospital with the scrawled words “Thank you.”
Seven surgeries somewhat repaired my shattered legs and a broken pelvis, but thereafter walking was possible thanks to cumbersome knee braces and painkillers.
I became forever dependent on state and federal aid.
The boy became a serial killer who slaughtered eleven women before being caught.
Life is… a bitch.
And yet the Chinese (?) say you become responsible for every life you save. Thought-provoking this, Jim and such smooth prompt uses.
ReplyDeleteI agree very thought provoking. You can never predict some of the long term consequences of your actions however kindly applied .
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