FFAW – outside my window

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The rocking chair slowly dips forward and snaps back. Over and over it repeats. Two dead eyes look upon Maple street. A hollow body creaks as chair moves.

“They are coming here…. THEY are coming HERE….” Gerald rouses the stale air about him. “Just let me BE!”

A beeping sound rattles the front of his stone house, shaking the windows. The big box truck lunges at the yard. It’s tires tear into green grass. The engine roars as the curb resists the weight of someone else’s memorabilia collection.

Gerald scoots the chair closer to the window. “Leave me be! It’s my home! Its still my … home!”

Two figures emerge from the truck. Their eyes wonder across the house built like a fortress.

“If it just looked as solid on the inside…” Hank speaks a bit louder than he thinks.

“It just needs some love.” Peggy wraps her arm about his waist.

“Old abandoned houses…..” He smiles briefly “Remember taking all that old stuff out….filling dumpsters.”

“Didn’t we throw out the rocking chair by that window?” She starts to pull away.
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FFAW- What’s Inside?

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The orange construction barrel appeared overnight. It immediately became a source of intrigue for the preteen set.

“It’s got a Griffin on it!” Andrew jumps his words out ahead of his bike. He isn’t waiting for others to scoop his news “I think I seen it move!”

“You’re an idiot!” Mack doesn’t turn to address him but stays locked on the other boys. “Ain’t nothing but a barrel.”

Gene leans to the side to look past Mack. “It’s heavy. I tried to push it in the road. It’s got something inside. These guys are scared to move it!”

“You losers can go play in the road. Michael & I are gonna watch old lady Myers beat you with her umbrella again!” Mack commands the group into submission.

“Let’s go Gene. I bet if we open it ….” Andrew catches his breath and turns toward the magical barrel “Something cool is inside.”

The boys watch Andrew rush across the street. He pushes the barrel over.

“Whoa!” Andrew’s final words

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FFAW – Interesting Display

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“None of them match?!” Joseph whispers to Joan.

She scans the rainbow display unfettered.

“The sizes aren’t even together.” Joseph continues.

She homes in a few different ones.

“I mean… This bizarre has all kinds stores.” His voice wavers. “I don’t get why we are here.”

She grabs two golden sandals from from different display boards.

“Are you even listening!” He looks at the side of her smiling face.

“The guy behind the counter is blind but not deaf.” She smiles the married woman smile that translates he is not with me.

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FFAW – Child’s Play

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“Do you want to play a game?” Her little eyes flash as she waves fat pencil & paper.

“Sure.” I hide my grimace from little niece “How about we teach you a new game, Bella?”

She smiles “What makes you think you can win if we change games?”

I look at her amid a half hearted smile. She doesn’t know it’s a game you can’t win.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this one.” I lie like we sprayed like to children. So they may believe they can do anything.

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FFAW- They were French Fries

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“There’s a funny stone over here!” Derrick yells across Meadowhaven Gardens.

Julia grimaces his direction. She keeps thumbing through the guidebook. “What’s the point of reading about these people? You are jumping from place to place. These are real stories of what happened to these people. It’s so cool to think…”

“Hey, you got to see this one!” Derrick grows louder as if to wake the dead.

“Coming!” Julia finds row 15 in the book. “What’s the last name? …. Never mind I found it. Reginald Foster. He had heart attack while eating on Pier 9. His last words immortalized as ‘They were French fries!'”

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FFAW – Wardrobe malfunction

“I was a model for God’s sake!” She sneers at heart pathetic staff. “How could you let me go out wearing this? It says ‘I don’t care Do U?’ people will think I am a monster!”

The first lady throws the coat against the wall.

No one speaks. The eyes are locked on the floor it’ll be a long flight back.

She stands arms on hoops waiting for one of them to come tell her it’ll be alright. They don’t.

She reaches a glass of water. Her throat dry freedom the outside air.

Slowly the water freezes dripping ice over the side.

“No one say a word” whispers a staffer

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FFAW – Ghost Plane

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“Indigo 367. please knowledge.” The radio crackles.

“Jim. They say there’s no-one on board. How does a plane land itself?” Martin taps on the display. A hundred planes move like bugs on the screen.

“Just say it, Jim. The plane took off three years ago.” Martin nervously awaits instructions from the FFA. “It was terrorism, then computer failure… I mean we have no idea what’s still inside.”
“Mommy? Why are we way over here? I thought we go right up to the buildings?” Maggie looks excitedly out the little window at the men slowly surrounding the plane.

“They probably don’t have room for us.” Mommy lies through her teeth. She knows the flight was overdue. No-one told them why it seemed so long. “We be out of here soon, little girl.”

A nervous plane awaits a nervous world. Neither knows what to expect.

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FFAW – Unwelcome Guest

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“She said he would come at Noon.” My eyes reading my watch carefully. “Naturally, his face is in shadows.”

My pulse quickens. My throat seems instantly dry. Nervousness is my condition. I hesitate to even hesitate. My eyes widen as the dark man flows down my alley, ever closer he comes.

“He has no scythe. He isn’t a large man.” My mind picking apart Death in an effort not to believe. “But no discernable face….”

“Fortune tellers.. I am trusting a lady whom spirits discuss the living. Maybe I’m crazy.” Myself turns on me.

I see his gaze upon me. His eyes the midnight sky. He fades into the shadows.

I look again at the watch. His cold hand touches my right shoulder. I struggle to walk. My body on the floor stares up at me. Never a chance to say goodbye.

The man with no discernable face beckons me away.

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FFAW – Outdated

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Whirl, whirl, whirl

The slightly lopsided sound gently rings through the pavilion. Steamy air rolled into more humid air.

A few workers mill about. Innocently.
I know they are here to replace me.

Their heavy gaze from their empty eyes look upon me. They wait to be lifted up to teach me. Their grimy wrenches and chipped screwdrivers in holsters. Instruments of destruction on display for all to see.

My elegant blades spin like the millions of times before. I take a subtle dip here and there. But push the thick air around. I create breezes.

They don’t know I can sense my replacement. Its image gleams on the cardboard box. Fat, pudgy palm tree blades… how well the snow will cling to them in winter.

Still I spin my elegant blades.

Still they wait to tear me down.

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FFAW – Man and Machines

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“You are in a running zone! You must run!” The mechanical voice yells staticy words.

“I’m lost. The street entrance was blocked….Someone left gate open.” I realize I’m trying to hold conversation with a tape recorder with a brain.

“You are in a running zone! You must run!” It snaps back to life suddenly.

“I’m trying to get to the entrance. You piece of junk! Get me a human, damn it.” I start getting edgy. “Second rule, man will lead the machines. You must follow my requests!”

“You are in a running zone!” the static blurs the words “Are you second ruling me? You fallible clump of blubber! I’m a security unit. I could fry you where you stand, if my video failed…who would find out.”

“Just tell me where the damn front door can be accessed! Or I’ll piss I your circuit breaker.” I loosen my temper.

“Typical human. Can’t read a sign. Can’t follow a direction. Go back out to the left.” The voice has different sound. “Or run as you are in a running zone!”

“Your mother was an answering machine.” I smile back.

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