From the outside, where her family and friends sat on stiff chairs and watched her breathe to the mechanical rhythm of the equipment keeping her alive, Michelle looked still and lonely. They mourned the freedom she lost when she stepped off the curb into the path of an unsuspecting taxi.Read More »
The river slides by,
She sits on a rock,
no, a boulder,
and fear.Read More »
Melly’s father lacked ambition.
Melly’s mother frowned her little frown and swatted at Melly’s hand whenever Melly said this.
“He’s an artist,” her mother would say. “He has a different perspective on the world.”Read More »
“What big eyes you have, Grandmama!”
Linda stood by the bed in her bright cape and her shiny leather shoes. Concern and confusion twisted her young face as she peered in at me.
“The better to see you with, my dear.”Read More »
The secretarial pool was atwitter, filling the air with their high, staccato voices, flute-like trills that all ended on a questioning up-note. Jerry’s low drone slid under it all, a sad, lonely oboe of a man who knew nobody was really listening to him. Miss Peterson, still trying to prove herself in her new position of pseudo-authority, paced back and forth across the tile, punctuating the chaos with the percussion of her heels. Some of the older women gathered together in one corner to wail their displeasure at the news with the sighing cadence of long-suffering violins. Suddenly, the brass came in–big and booming–trumpeting demanding notes from their wide mouths. They projected over the syncopated dissonance of the office until all fell silent.
*4/7/18 prompt: suddenly the brass came in
I had a lot of fun working on this little piece, choosing my vocabulary carefully and pulling the two meanings of “brass” together.
She almost gave in to the cancer of futility sweeping through her social circles, an epidemic of apathy brought about by the unending torrent of soul-crushing news. She almost turned off her alarm and rolled into the warm curve of her beloved’s back where she could let sweet dreams drown out the appalling reality of the outside world.Read More »
Mona collected her twelve-ounce, half-caff, skinny hazelnut latte from the teenager behind the counter and scanned the room. As she settled into an overly soft chair deep in a corner, she pulled her laptop from her bag.
A few clicks and a quickly typed password later, she had his secret email account open. Two new messages had come in since she’d checked it at home, bringing the total to fourteen. They taunted her from the screen.Read More »