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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FFAW- Dying Inside

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Lydia stands at the wood’s edge.

“Love is accepting things we can not change.” her voice more defeated than longing.

She feels a slight chill in breeze. Her akimbo pose accentuated by digging the top of her right shoe into the faded plank of the boardwalk.

“Oh, it’s a fen.. Well, I don’tt care what he calls it. It’s a swamp!” She swats at bugs that have found her perfume irresistible. “I should’ve had him go to outlet mall first!”

She looks on the distance at him. If I just stands here long enough maybkille no-one will know we are together.”

The garish orange shirt moves.

“Come here! I told you they were here! Its a bunch of White Pitcher Plants!” Lionel waves her toward him.

“Love is accepting the things we can not change” Lydia tries her mantra. Her feet still partially frozen in place.

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FFAW – Home Fires

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Allen stirs at the embers of the fire. The flames have grown weary, flickering hesitantly and disappear. The heat still reaches out on long fingers alternating with touches of chill. Undeterred, he fans at them to coax a little more life. Tiny ashen flurries dance around him barely visible in the night.

His face shows the taste of desperation. Lines set about his eyes seem to catch every shadow the palid glow can forge. The conflict of knowing the coldness of tomorrow’s ash and hopes that the flames return fight out within his head. The only response is continuous stirring.

“Seriously, you’re making any chance of talking impossible!” Allen tries to break through the hard exterior of his enraged wife you no avail.

Yet still he stirs the embers going the fire returns.

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FFAW – Little Note of Contention

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“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said. Have you?!” The words swim in my head.

My eyes fishing for the source, catch my wife’s unpleasant scowl.

“Yes, I heard you the first time. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish what I’m doing.” My voice responses with little impute from me. I’m totally clueless of what the emergency currently is.

“It better get done!” She still has a snarl that would make a junkyard dog cower on. “You should write down the things that need done around here! How many times do I have to say it over and over and over again!”

I pull out a stack of post-it notes. I sigh and write down ‘make a list’.

It has become quite. I look up to see her walk over to read my note.

“Funny! That’s really funny mister!” She storms off stomping her feet.

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FFAW – Day Dream

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The quiet water calls. Cool to the touch. The lazy stream calls. Its water caresses, draining away stress and worry. Surrendering isn’t an option.

A cataract calls from down stream. It tells takes of the water speeding up and jumping down unseen heights. The sound plays with my mind. I can feel the misty air rising. I imagine ferns and wildflowers reading fron the banks to receive its kiss. Rainbows ethereal in the sunbeams play hide and seek above.

Distant birds sing. Probably calling out to others to join them.

A blaring horn rattles me.

The same white truck is stuck in front of me. Four lanes dead stopped. Every once in awhile, we rush 200 feet to stop and wait some more. I think of waving back to the idiot with the horn. But I’m going to be with him for a bit longer.

Why do I live in the city anyway?

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