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Fevered
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They took the temperature
Of the crowd,
And realized they could
Twist skeins of truth into
Great blobs of knotted lies,
Then sell
As remedy
To now a fevered mob,
A distorted gospel
Bloated with melodramatic
Sighs.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Temperature in 37 words
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Suspension
“It cannot be saved.” The mechanic stuck stained hands in blackened pockets of oily coveralls.
Shelly tilted his head in bewilderment.
“Perhaps a new suspension…” he chanced. “A bit of wax or paint job.” Shelly could not recall the last time that the car was operational, nor how to do a thing on its behalf, but surely all that the conveyance needed was an odd term or two and the tinkering of a…
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Aloft
It was the opposite of everything. No more the steady breath of fire in the hearth. No more the solid oaken walls that Grandpa hewed and Grandma charred. No more the steady view that only seasons marked.
She was aloft atop the bedding, swaying on the ruts, the creaks of wooden wheels squeaking out of step with the team’s heavy clip-clop.
Another place awaits, Ma says, though where or what Faith…
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For The Sake Of
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There might not be an end to this, she thought.
It broke her heart to even think it. For she did not recognize herself in this thought. This worry.
Hardship was a familiar thing. She understood struggle. The effort of building muscle against force.
She knew suffering.
But not this. Not the deliberate harm.
Not the anfractuous path of sorrow inflicted…
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For Old Times
She’d see it on her way to school. A shell of itself.
A bit like her it was, she felt. Unprotected. Exposed to the elements.
Years later she returned to do her duty by those who birthed her. She took a walk, eager to escape the cloying empathy of people who knew exactly why she’d left. She saw it. Still a shell. But now a possibility.
“I’ll build you up,” she said. And did.
The thick walls…
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Gamma's Note
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They didn’t know what they’d find when they got there.
The note only said to, quote: “get your backsides to my place without a dally.”
One didn’t dally when it came to Gamma. Didn’t stop their speculating, though. The whole seven-hour drive.
They didn’t try to call. Gamma abhorred phones.
“The Devil’s in them things,” she said.
One didn’t argue. Now…
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Unmovable
“She’ll never,” Howey said.
“Still, she might,” Ron argued.
Howey shook his head. No use arguing. Ron couldn’t see what he chose to ignore.
Much like Mom, Ron was, if less pessimistic. Though Howey did worry that Ron, too, would ossify with hardship and time.
“If we did all the chores, perhaps?” Ron offered.
“She’d see that as us doing our duty,” Howey noted.
Ron’s face fell. He so yearned to…
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Memory Lane
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She had promised herself to never revisit those times. The best forgotten ones. And yet there she was, a small child in her lap, embers glowing in the hearth, the dog worrying a burnt crust, and her mind meandering down memory lane.
“I was where I am when the snow began,” she started.
The child shifted a knobby knee into a rib, and a cold replaced the sweet weight in…
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The Enlightened
We were not supposed to be afraid of them. After all, they were the articulate. Inquisitive. Supposedly enlightened.
It was the latter which scared us. The assumption. The expectation that if they have found their way here, they are automatically allies, and not foe.
And yet, they marched with those who sought to do us harm. They justified what should not be. They claimed superiority through…
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Fence
They built their house on the other side of the fence.
The far end of the bay.
To stay away.
Others aren’t like us, they’d say.
We’re better.
People don’t understand that
They’re nothing like us.
They built their house on the other side
Of the fence.
Taught their kids to hate
The Others
For not being
Like them.
For being
Less worthy.
Less than.
They build their house on the other side of
The…
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Not a Zero-Sum
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Heartbreak is not a zero-sum game.
Pain is an and/and.
Destroying another is not a condition
Or proof
Or sign.
Being right or being wronged is not exclusive.
To anyone.
I will condemn
What should never
Be done.
I will not hate a People.
I will not celebrate harm.
I will not justify terrorism,
No matter the desired outcome,
Nor the hurting of children
In…
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Granny Gray
It was the hood that did it.
Toppled time.
She stood and stared. The store around her ebbed into a surf of sounds that no longer carried any meaning. The colors drained. Rainbow into monochrome.
Like the hood.
Devoid of dye. Just like Granny Gray’s.
Someone bumped against her arm, then tugged. A voice called. There must have been words. But they were drowned.
Like Granny Gray. When they had…
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Starburst
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They gathered in formation. Pressed close against each other, every atom tight, compressed, readied for flight.
The energy reverberated. Excitement climbed.
“On your mark!”
They huddled to the center.
Bright. Bright.
“Let go!”
Radiate out!
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Radiate in 35 words
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Oceana
They never understood, when they “put her into care,” that she already had all she needed: a trundle, a trunk, a life-vest, as many friends as any needed. Sure, she’d fallen overboard, but only in stormy weather, which meant all hands on deck to sound the “Lassie Overboard Alarm” and save her.
For years she pined. For the salt air. The open space. The freedom. Even for the callouses that Papa…
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In The Eye
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They were drawn in, unsuspecting,
By tales of glory finally
Being restored,
From a manufactured time of
Old.
Then kept in even when doubting
To go on,
Stuck, as it were, in
The eye of a hate filled
Maelstrom.
Spun, they were,
In webs of lies.
To leave they would
Need to give up
Pretended lives.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Maelstrom in 56…
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Every Thing
“It will have everything in it!”
Molly’s eyes shone in the dark and Gary was reminded of other eyes they’d seen reflecting in their torch beam. He shuddered.
“It couldn’t possibly have every thing,” he tried, just for the sake of argument.
She slapped his leg with her bare foot. “Don’t be daft. You know what I mean.”
“Chocolates?” A peace offering.
“Of course! Every kind of sweet!”
Molly’s…
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Emptied
“Remove these place settings.”
Michael felt his eyes widen, but he lowered his head in silent deference. Mister Cole was Boss. And what Boss said, went, kind or not, right or not.
There will be no seating of the couple who just walked in, dressed in their no-doubt-best, stars glowing in their eyes for each other.
Wrong skin.
“We are booked. Perhaps another place.” Mister Cole’s false-polite…
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