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“Oh no! I’m not trying that!” Stella curls her nose at the streaming cup before her.
“Just try it once. You’ll be hooked, just like me!” Mortimer inches it across the table at her.
“No! I’ll have none of that gruel!” Stella pushes it back, spilling half of it on the table.
They both watch as the foamy paste slowly deflates into a pool of red, orange clumps surrounded by water.
“I told you! Look at what you choose over our natural food!” Stella stands up her long pale face grimacing at her mate. “This is the reason our kind are disappearing! All processed foods!”
“It’s really good, though. You don’t have to hang out on dark alleys for food.” Mortimer looks at his spindly hands wringing then together. ” I suppose the thrill isn’t there. Pitty, that.”
“Shut the hell up! You are a vampire! You’re drinking blood substitute for a Kuerig!” Stella points out the blasphemous device. “Mother was right about you!”
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Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer
Zephira draws up her mandolin. A few gentle strums of its strings lets loose the amora of fall leaves and vanilla. Her head lowers beyond sight. The air rushes by suddenly perishing dreams of Summer. Her words turn staccato like piano notes. I resist with all my might.
A distant cello joins in with her melody. The world bends to her. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip back to where I belong. The world is so small within the looking glass.
The skin off my face flees. Scorn brutally digs at what was once me. The need for cream provides no salve. I hold a storm until my inner poet releases the pain.
That’s your love
Handling with care
Useless as words
Feeling should be glue
Not shrapnel or fodder
There are no openings
Just hardened glass inside
Someday never comes to you
Not as fast as you turn on others
You can’t take the warmth
You only chill the world to you.
Your last moment will pass alone
Far away from those like me
Fires dance in your eyes
My inner candle begins melting
Promises of possibilities flutter about
Whispers of thoughts
Things I long for versus need
Enticing moves stir images
“What ever your desire” falls to ears
No lips move, no sound travels
But still my ears are full
Gentle hands sweep through my dreams
Reality never holds trust of fantasy
Within the dreams I wander paths
Where no footsteps are needed
Interface is between two faces
Elegance replaces beauty
The moth grabs the flame
I wheel around
My mock surprise, really horror
I remember being caught
Pinned under your wheels
I pray for justice
But you still breath
Destiny ignores my pleas
Someday fate will find you
Just waiting for the cog to turn
Gristmill to talk to your soul
Time left me still
Details have subtly faded
The cold light of then, now shines
Like rid yourself of ghosts
What if it’s you there’s no belief in
Memories are gilded cages
Feelings cling Like cobwebs
Their sticky threads still have teeth
To purge the light is the only cure
Creating shadows that obscure sundials
Time uses distance against me
I’m robbed of judgement
Memories fill feelings into missing parts
Was the you, you back then?
Or has me changed whom I was too?
I bask in her warmth. My mind holds those moments that are special because they are our moments. There is a certain calmness that stills my heart.
The night drifts by. Time is a ceiling fan counting by whoosh sounds. Light stays at bay.
My dreams morph. Subtly I’m drawn away. Her face warn and kind grows. Her smile looks more relaxed. I twist to better see whay keeps me whole.
The warmth returns. Strange white shiny walls curve up from below. I feel like am burning. Parts of me break free and float off. Her smile twists more profound.
Being someone cup of tea is not always good
My surprise lunch at home, truly a surprise. My arrival goes unnoticed. I look quickly and see lights on but not the body I’m looking for. I hear muted voices.
Laughter spills into the hall leading to the bedroom. It pauses and my wife in a loud whisper “Oh…I can’t believe you’re actually going to try doing that.”
My world freezes. My world melts. I drop the bags of fast food. Like a ghost, I float toward a, mortal whim forgot my existence.
My breathing panics as I confront a mystery. Feelings of betrayal and wrestling to control a rapid heat beat leave me trapped. Shallow rapid lunges of my lungs area all i can do.
She laughs even more. Giggles flow freely in a room I can no longer get to. Each other stings like a bee. I can see the hands of another reaching over her. Lips whisper things that I couldn’t dream of saying aloud. And she squeals really high pitch.
My hands feel for the wall. Unconscious, I pull myself forward.
“Oh, my God. You’re home! ” She yells.
There is noone there. A TV. A show with someone eating goldfish.
I’m ghost white. The thoughts have lead me to my own demise.
“I brought lunch. I wanted to surprise you.” I would say I try to recover. But breathes are still at a premium.
I watch you drift
Each passage leads you further
You never look back
Currents toy with your ambition
Eddies await to swirl your direction
On shore, any hope floats past you
Your empty hands only reach from afar
Past the length of any arm
Tomorrow you will out out again
The tides await your efforts
Again I’ll watch to see if you return
We dance until the chord breaks
The waves drowned the sound
Until the horizon welcomes you
I’ll still be on the shore
Waiting to see where you’ll go