Are you feeling buoyant today?
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Allow your story to slip to the clouds, another country
or a new-to-you persona perhaps?
Smiles and happy Friday Flashy Fiction writing to you!
well, not exactly fiction in the sense of being prose. But, it was done in a flash! :)
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She preferred
to be invisible,
slipping through
crowds unnoticed,
the wallflower at every dance,
earth tone clothes and
low heeled shoes.
But, once in a while,
she liked to go about
with red balloons,
knowing she could
escape notice
by releasing the strings,
quietly slipping away
while everyone
watched them fly.
Very nice!!! I like your response...yes, the distraction card...classic and effective! :) Thank you for writing FFF!
Deleteon second thought...present tense would be much better...
ReplyDeleteShe prefers
to be invisible,
slipping through
crowds unnoticed,
the wallflower at every dance,
earth tone clothes and
low heeled shoes.
But, once in a while,
she likes to go about
with red balloons,
knowing she can
escape notice
by releasing the strings,
quietly slipping away
while everyone
watches them fly.
Yes, I think so, too. :)
DeleteA fitting gooodbye....
ReplyDeleteThey had left in limousines and dark suits. The moms in freshly salon blown hair. The dads with reddened fresh shaved faces. They had left her behind. "Heartless!" Aunt Marjorie mumbled, as she left the house and joined the procession following the small white coffin to a large white service and then to the open ground of stones where they would put her in the ground, toss pink roses into the hole and cover her forever. She waited until the last car had rounded her corner - pulled on her boots and grabbed the balloons from her bedroom closet. The park where Kaitlin loved to play was only a short run. She stood in the center of the field until her breath returned and untangled the strings and released the five red balloons one for each year that her tangled hair, sparkling eyed tiny sister had lived. Released them up into the air - and she was sure that she heard instead of her sister's frightened screams as a gunman riddled her body with bullets in a classroom. She was certain - that for the first time since it had all incomprehensibly happened - once again she could hear her sister laugh and the black and white world began to slowly fill with color.
And reading again here after reading @ your blog...still tight and affecting. Great write, Pearl...I'm glad you're bringing your character Kaitlin in!! :)Thanks again!!
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