Wordless Wednesday
halloween
FFAW – outside my window
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade!
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.
175 words
Halloween Treats
My Halloween Contribution to Spillwords
Reborn Upon the Night
Two hands break the surface
Ooze separating with uneven sound
Grey film clings until bits slip away
Hands grow to forearms
The moonlight cares little
Whistling wind picks up leaves
They dance an unsightly dance
Mirroring chaos as they scatter about
Hollow grunt spills upon the breeze
Forearms bear shoulders
Clouds stretch thin above
Howl pierces the darkness
Echoes seem disinterested in replying
Shoulders yield a head topped torso
Its form testing movement
Tasting escape upon the night
Decay reborn as embodiment
Our fears break free to run wild
It soft footsteps allow shadows to part
The gentle tap upon the shoulder
As sincere as the handshake
Halloween – Cousin It
Death
My skin crawls as cold darkness embraces me.
The light that once shined bright is meager now.
The world, once vibrant and lovely, is dim and lonely.
Green has given way to brown, soft became rigid.
Breath subsided to a deep form of stillness.
The year has changed, the cycle has ended.
The only one who looked forward to it.
Death, itself.
Hear glorious sounds below….
The letter
Dear Mr Lee Mortis,
The folks at Sunny Acres Estates would like to draw your attention to the strict pet policy. The HOA (Home Owner’s Association) would like to remind you of the exclusion of any animals kept as pets. Due to the condition of the residents health, it is imparitive that any animals be removed at once.
Per Chapter Deep 6….
“No animals allowed due to digging, chewing the bones of our residents, wastes, etc…”
It is clear we have the resident’s best interest at heart here. You have made a grave mistake in bringing a pet to our peaceful grounds. We wish to rest this issue in peace. Please make the choice to help us in this manner of public safety. We are not interested in any other skeletons in your closest.
Below you will clearly see the picture of yourself and the source of the concern.
Sincerely,
Sunny Acres Estates
Rest In Peace
