Light sleeps in a bit longer
It’s subtle incrouchment of darkness
Air turns more quickly as humidity changes
Cool nights leave window wide open
Crickets chirp loading in desperation
Plants like asters and iron weed come to bloom
Stars shine a little brighter above
Moon light nights seem brighter
Underneath it all the change is coming
Goodbye long summer evenings
Animals have taken more of the night
They left the day to build for a winter
Plants hurriedly push forth seeds
Birds raid them mercilessly while they can
Things still grow up and fruit still sets
But the colors of them are different
The smells in the air are fuller and stay
My blue sky incredibly clear and bright
But it hides air from the North
Cooler temperatures hide in shadows
Eighties become sixties in a blink
The fall is coming soon to waits at the door
September comes in like a their in the night
Calm, quiet, subtle and leaves with Summer
Then an artists brush covers its tracks in the trees
“It’s 5pm! I’ll go hit a bus load of nuns, if I have too.” Mr Cooper waves his fist in the air. “We have 45 minutes to find something in that Damn copter for the 6 o’clock lead!”
“Sir,the police scanner is quiet except for a puppy rescue.” William Dare looks at his boss like this is below the award winning investigative reporter.
“You’ll be doing Public Service Announcements if we get scooped on this story, Billy Boy!” Mr Cooper looks through his soul. “We made up accidents in my day! Stock footage and hand edited too! You’re all soft. The news is a work of art! Precious opera of life! I’d give my right arm for another round of it!”
“This is Willam Dare.” He interfaces himself to the firemen.
“You’re an idiot! You chased the dog back in the sewer with that helicopter!” Eric looks over him and his cameraman.
Behind them Channel 10 films the whole conversation. They weren’t scoped, just the lead story instead.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-30-2016/
Soft images bleed together
What I clearly see fades to yellow
A mystical sun parts unknown clouds
Sunrise at waist level washes clean a world unknown
Shadows cling on the edges waiting
Mountains share ocean breezes as sand drifts by
People I remember look like mannequins
Waiting to be added or removed from the stage
My heart picks at them hoping this time they join in
Pulse and breath make a backbeat to still moments
I look upon the landscape of my conscious
My fears dance with my desires, a two step
It’s hideous beauty resonant in every feature
Focus bares a new scene, the players are set
A curtain parts to begin Act 1, Scene 1
I remember her, so lovely and cold
It was how many years ago
And him, we drink and talked for days
But you, who are you?! What plans come from you?
I fall into a thousand color world
Bits become images, sounds words
The dream is more alive than I am.
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Her glowing lantern guides her way. The gentle waters raise and fall giving her a dance across the seabed. She would float despite the tides anyway. It’s her full moon tradition to visit the shallow wrecks. Their hulls and beams strattle sandbags the reach out to the in coming season. Gentle bar of unspeakable horror.
Her trip is a necessary one. She roams these coasts on those clear moon filled nights . Back to where she entered the water. Over and over again. Maybe this time she will find the family that floated off. Maybe they lived. She’ll never know unless they cross paths in these moon filled nights.
Written as part of a challenge, details are available at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/08/23/photo-challenge-127/
Moons pass her quickly now. Jezzibelle, four decades past her wolf story, stares at 16 year old granddaughter. She has bestowed a red velvet cape. A shadow of the one her Grandmother gave her. Every facial feature, every long flowing blonde hair, every bit of her former shape confronts her.
Heidi looks at the red cape and pushes her chocolate eyes to her adoring Grandmother. “It’s beautiful! I’ve never felt such soft fabric. It’s my favorite color, too!!”
“You’ll be the center of attention everywhere you go, my darling. Wear it well. Head high, hair slightly covered. I had one once. It was back when I was your age. I was the littlest one. It was my first piece of new clothing. I wore beautifully repaired hand me downs. But beware, the attention has a price. You need to be careful of what people want from you.” She looks down at her former self in marvel.
“I know your story! I can’t believe that was you. You are not the wild type! You are old and slow. I think of how you most have looked when you were my age. But your eyes are much bigger. Your eyes are much bigger. And they say you had a sharp tongue. I see none of those in me.” Heidi smiles an innocent smile, that hides secrets. Grandmothers know the smile well.
“Remember child. I moved here to start a new life. I was once much like you. As once I stand here now, soon you shall be in my place. The secrets come out in the wash. Now, little one, it’s time to open the shop for the day. Put on your red cape, Le Pettit Chaperon Rouge Chocolate shop waits for no one!” Grandmother doesn’t promise her the house or the business.
The trail of breadcrumbs starts here…
Cliff edges make great starting points
My youth gathered on ones higher and higher
Landing is always the problem not the flight
Winds could hold up any dreamer with closed eyes
It’s the brain that tells you the ground is approaching
Your heart doesn’t leave the sky and the birds
Thrill and dreams are twins from the same mother
We tend to pay more attention to the wrong one
Wings of steel have become clipped and feathered
For too long my cliff has waited for my return
Too long I felt the winds tug at my heartstrings
I remember the song, I remember the landing
The flight is long gone, not pictures left
The edge is calling, the birds call to join them
With a sense of thrill and terror, I leap
My eyes clinched shut and head turned skyward
Feeling of freedom return to an older soul
Smells of forests swirl amongst strong winds
My mind tells me landing is always the problem
My heart says enjoy the flight
I was early. Noon was coming fast. I can’t believe the colors on stones that cover the ocean front. It’s a rainbow of adventuring, amethyst, Jasper, and quartz. My mind captured by rough seas that near come in to break on the shore.
Four winds point. Bearing the watch and its symbol I wait. The place of storms gives birth soon. Her next hurricane with come in a wisp. If I live, it’ll take me,around the world. If I have the watch.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/08/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-23-2016/