Your fingers slid down my spine.
Four demanding, nocturnal snakes
slithering in the darkness.
Madly dashing for the little gilt knob at my base.
There, you could trip the switch and
turn me on. And I would sing. I would sing, and
sing the omen of little deaths to come.
© Laura A. Lord, 2016
Written for the prompts over at An Artist at Heart, Uncharted, and Three Word Wednesday.
An Artist at Heart: Miniature Writing Challenge – Music
Uncharted: Six Sentence Stories – Trip
Three Word Wednesday: Week 463 – Madly, Nocturnal, Omen
He woke up alone on the shore of an unfamiliar beach and
watched as the waves crashed down
like the thin, translucent skin of her eyelids.
White caps were salty, tear-stained lashes and
he laid his cheek against the smooth sand,
let them caress his face. His fingers dug
through each grainy strand and
he knew then, that he knew her well.
And when the waves receded,
pulled back from his touch to fill the void,
she screamed out –
so loud and long and low,
that for a moment
she simply disappeared and
all the was left in the space she had been
was the sound of her agony and
the salt stuck to his skin.
© Laura A. Lord, 2016
Thank you to the Miniature Writing Challenge for their prompt: “He woke up alone on the shore of an unfamiliar beach…”
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There is promise in the new year, in the fresh turn of the calendar page.
There is a resolute melody of positive change and growth.
There is hope lingering in each little, numbered box.
There is a conscious resolve hanging on the edge of that shining Time’s Square ball, that pushes us forward in happy motion.
And yet, let the dates fly by until another birthday approaches.
Let the candles pile upon the cake and watch death’s shadow creep, unwelcomed, unbidden, to leave a black mark that mars this passing of time.
© Laura A. Lord, 2015
It’s amazing how we view the passing of time, how certain events leave us feeling hopeful, and others simply remind us that we only have a short time here on this earth. I hope you all have a wonderful new year and that you are living your life to the fullest.
Thank you to Uncharted for the Six Sentence Story prompt (the theme resolve), An Artist at Heart for the Miniature Writing Challenge prompt (92 words used), and Three Word Wednesday for their prompt(the words resolute, new, and fresh).
Of few things am I certain,
but that there is something magical in the Christmas holiday,
and perhaps it is only the sparkling paper
and cinnamon scented kitchen air,
but you, I find, are transformed in these moments
and I see in your smile the boy you were
before you lost enough to turn you into the man you are.
© Laura A. Lord
Thank you to the prompt over at Miniature Writing Challenge. You can find this week’s prompt below:
From Miniature Writing Challenge #22
Winter. Rain. Snow. Cold. Christmas…
As the year dwindles to mere days, it brings along these familiar words. This week’s theme is centered around the coldest season of the year, its traits and the celebrations it brings along with it.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes” – Cinderella
What do you dream of? What are your hopes? What do you wish for?
I have woken to the sunlight carving
a bright lace painting along your cheek,
dancing dust motes drift by your lips
and I hope for a few more moments in this place,
for more of you.
© Laura A. Lord 2015
You can join in the weekly prompt at the Miniature Writing Challenge, here.