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Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/23-may-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, join us, we are wide awake, and dreaming.

Here’s my contribution:

If Only It Were A Dream

My fever had lifted. At first light I left the coolness of my sheets to venture outdoors thinking fresh air would revive my soul. The scent of damp earth, the chortle of morning birds, dewy grasses licking my ankles, tickling sunlight upon my cheeks, all sensations of joy and living, yet all were unattainable.

Today there stood a fence, foreign to me, extending beyond my sight and which was certainly designed to contain. But what? I glanced down. In one hand was a can, the other a thick dripping brush, and it was clotted red.

From above a blackbird mocked.

jKb

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Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/24/26-july-2013-2/  

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. If you’ve got something to offer. Or, bring something to sedate my demons, cause they bite.

They’ll rip you fucking heart out.

Here’s my contribution:

Floating

It’s two a.m. and the fucking heat has finally broken. I’m wondering if it was something super-natural or the Crown Royal. I think the drink might just prevail.

Nothing loves you like the heat, you know?

And the drink.

God, the ice; the sticky suck of my lips over the lip of the glass.

Clinking ice.

Cold biting.

Fuck.

So erotic.

I’m floating.

And the sweaty heat.

And that dress. That clinging dress.

Slipping toward heaven.

And the Crown.

The cabby’s horn; a poet’s sax.

Jesus. My tongue, wetting my lips and tasting your salt.

That smoky bite.

Fuck.

Me.

Jkb

 

FLASHPROMPT Said The Moon  copyright-managua-gunn

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/1328/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, sail away.

Here’s my contribution:

Asked The Moon

Twice they had come.

The first was a seven year voyage through high seas of youthful inexperience. Positioned perfectly, they were, yet were merely passing vessels. How the fates laughed.

The second was some years thereafter, within a common port, a reprieve from the wear of traveler’s lives. Their hands and hearts touched, minds met, holiness recognized, and they held tightly, shuddering, but their grip did necessarily slip as circumstances dictated.

Again, that fated laughter.

Will there be a third?” asked the moon. “Will armor be worn or will vulnerability and the tender heart prevail?”

The stars remained ever silent.

jKb



Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://madison-woods.com/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Settle upon this wicked wind and stay a while, won’t you?

Here is my contribution:

harbinger

as does the Monarch from flower to flower flutter,

spreading gentle caresses,

lapping sweet nectar,

unfolding delicate petals,

drinking her coming pollen,

such lovely succulence,

such glorious intoxication,

so does the harbinger from flesh to ripening flesh venture,

tantalized by noxious perfumes,

indulging upon sweetest necrosis,

shearing pleasures,

tearing delights.

glutted in the undoing yet not sated,

she rises from death’s bed,

from such rapturous ecstasy,

to dry her quills.

she shrills her victor’s song,

sagely remaining vigilant,

such magnificent poise,

awaiting the devouring of another lover.

jKb



Finding Way

Paths selected in favor of the more passable.

I clutch these choices to my breast, they cannot be stripped.

Whether worse or better, I claim thee, mine alone.

I own nothing if not my choices,

Or, they own me.

I cherish, I honor, I love, in my way.

But, I am tempted, and I am weak.

I am human, still.

Confident and capable, just not so as they believe.

Once I wished, in earnest prayer to be.

No longer.

I have my choices, my decisions.

And here, this lane.

For me, not them.

And then something else.

My match met, we know.

My stride broken, pride taken, I think.

Or simply given away?

Mistakes made, we were not mistaken.

Nothing to regret.

Was true, all, fierce indeed, and unknown in this pass before,

and Is Love.

Suffered yet, I died, and, I lived.

Upon this mirror I witness a slower and different being.

Persisting here, but not alone.

Feeling here, I am unwhole.

But I am no longer worse.

I am finding way.

jKb

Hello Friends. Another Flash Fiction Friday posting. Thank you to Madison Woods for her organization and prompts.

Please check her site for other folks’ stories, time well shared.

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/04/18/photo-prompt-for-the-friday-fictioneers-100-words-join-us-friday/

And here we go with my entry.

Enjoy.

Or, not.

After The Rain

Through the park,

they wandered and walked,

sister and sister in arms.

They skipped, they hopped,

and never gave thought,

had no reason to fear harm.

From somewhere below,

the maw did grow,

which lurked within the garden.

When Maddie misstepped,

it reached up, it leapt,

gnashed teeth terribly sharpened.

Addy was next,

it snapped her neck,

then suckled upon her heart.

Mommy never knew,

found one bloody shoe,

if only she fathomed her part.

jKb

wintry waltz

here.

once,

hung with anticipation of gifting,

promises made,

love and life to be shared,

we made a place,

this place,

safe within a glade.

here.

persisting,

tattered and torn,

a single wish,

upon this rusting and twisted spire.

here.

still,

within our Home,

where we’d lain,

exposed and vulnerable

the tender belly of love.

here.

remaining, so i knew,

for i believe in you and so i hope,

a leaning shaft between barren limbs,

illuminating the path to where

in death we shall be joined,

so i hasten this turn,

toward the dark promenade,

and with this cloaked presence,

offering a wintry waltz,

this oddment dance,

this invitation for peace,

i do so willingly accept.

is this what she meant,

the sharing of warmth,

the touching of skin upon another,

when she said,

peace be with you?

Farewell.

jKb