Written for OLWG#96
I could hear the periodic calls coming from the bottle that sits on my table.
At first, they were
I ignored them and their ‘come hither’ tone slowly changed
They became angry. Perhaps because
I wouldn’t join them
I wouldn’t come to play
They began to yell and to berate me. Say ugly things about my mother.
I was having none of it so,
They began to scream.
at first, it was constant, a cacophony of noise that almost drove me mad, but
their persistence is waning; and now I hear only one scream at a time.
They’re angry with me and
justifiably so; because I won’t go there. I won’t come in. I won’t capitulate, become one of them.
I would be so easy.
I’ve been there before and it’s wonderful for a while, but I don’t want to go back.
I’m almost ready to throw the bottle in the street.
I envision the crack and shatter of glass on concrete,
but something holds me back.
Something dark. Something strong. Something blue.
This week’s prompts were:
- blue Bombay Sapphire
- one scream at a time
- justifiably so