I have no idea where this comes from but its ‘stream of consciousness’ time and …. come on …. who hasn’t fallen for a nurse once or twice?
For Linda’s #soc do I get extra points for starting AND finishing with the word why?
Why do you look over me?
How could I so lucky be?
Holy Moley
Goodness me
I’m besotted
Can’t you see?
Heavens to Betsy
Me O my
These are tears of joy
I cry
You take my pulse
As here I lie
And take my heart
I wonder why?
Take me to
The darker side
Provide for me
A place to hide
Bind my wrists
Don’t let me loose
Use me whilst
I’m still of use
Break my heart
Then break my bones
Whilst whistling
In overtones
Push the buttons
Step on toes
Don’t worry sweetheart
No-on knows
And when they come
To make you pay
Trust that I’ll know
What to say
Just like the last time
I will lie
And be your stupid
Alibi
I think this one has a slightly misogynistic tone to it. Sorry. I hope the photo balances that out
His smile was like some kind of magic
and me. A tragic
Waiting for Him to cast His spell
and to lightly sell
me a line that i could tightly hold
and allow Him to mould
me into the shape
of His desire
and texture of
His pleasure
forever
for Him to admire
as treasure.
I think I have it right this time. 99 words. But one needs to mentally transpose the image onto a slightly different backdrop.
April 26 Flash Fiction Challenge
We stood there together on the edge of the world. Before our eyes the waves announced their arrival from beyond the horizon with suicidal assaults on the rock ledge below and created a salty curtain of mist that you could taste.
“This looks like the place,” he had said, laying down the rods. He imagined that I had been lured there with tales of wild fish and of tortured line and of aching arms. But I was there just for this moment. To be with him.
We stood side by side and my head reached almost to his shoulders.
Richmond Road 