My 1000th post, and it’s written for OLWG #39
impassively, she tried to stub out her cigarette on the saucer
she even set it on the chipped porcelain piece
but it wouldn’t quit – it slowly continued to smoke
until she picked it up
bright red nails
and dropped it in the dregs of her coffee
I watched it all, unwittingly from across the table
I watched as she pushed a fleck of tobacco to her lips with the tip of her tongue
unblinkingly, she stared back as
she reached up to pluck it from her lips
bright red lips
and flick it to the floor, somewhere beneath the table
“Well?” she inquired
“Well, what?” I asked her back
“Well, don’t you agree? We don’t make sense together
we should cut our losses” she swiped the back of her hand beneath her eyes
bright red eyes
she may have been crying earlier I know I had been
at that exact moment, as if on cue, a murder of crows lifted off the grass
the grass strip – in the middle of the street
– from the median between the lanes of traffic
she turned her head and followed the birds with her eyes
bright red sun
until they disappeared into the setting sun
her gaze followed the birds
my gaze followed the waitress weaving through tables and headed
our way; tall, thin, lithe, young, radiant
bright red hair
who smiled as she slid our check onto the table
I smiled back at her just when she
turned her eyes back to me
searchingly – pleading for agreement
“that’s mostly true,” I concurred as I
turned my eyes back to the waitress
This week’s prompts were:
- It’s mostly true
- we don’t make sense together
- Derision
Don’t think! Write!
You have 25 minutes but if it takes longer – just don’t tell anyone.
T! You are a Millennial! Oh, you ancient blogger of the Sea of Blogs!
I’ve said it before: you have a grasp of the Noir and of romantic entanglements. Mix it with the backdrop of an ordinary day in the life, and I have to say, your writing always makes perfect sense, in prose or poetry (and now, I have to scrap what I was working on for this prompt and rethink. Damn your good writing! wink-and-a-nod)
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Aww, don’t scrap it – polish it, post it.
Thank you for the kind words.
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Many congrats, Thom. 1000 posts. You are a master conjurer of scenes – emotion, senses and observation of detail so well meshed.
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Thank you Tish, Thanks so much.
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Fantabulous! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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So languid. I imagine him sitting there with half closed eyes, observing all that goes on around, getting reading to make his move. He’s physically, there but his mind is always flitting elsewhere. No wonder she’s frustrated. Great pictures and characterisation, and structure.
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