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Hindsight – VisDare 42

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Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Outnumbered’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!

The photo is below, and my piece follows.  Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

– Hindsight – 

“Back in the good old days, there would be taxis, buses, cars, vans, bike couriers and a sea of people down there. It was so noisy – absolute heaven!”

Sarah peered through the glass, murky with grime. The streets were now deserted, buildings cloaked in silence, creepers snaking around greying pillars, doorways rusted shut. Nature was staking her claim. It must have been five years since…

“Penny for them?” Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulders, protective.

“I wonder what the Last Day was like?”

“I don’t think we’ll ever know.”

“They say that the City of London has been relocated underground, somewhere in -”

“Ssh! Don’t say it!”

“Sorry. This place is so… haunting…”

“Let’s go, honey. This was a mistake, in more ways than one.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was good to see where all the trouble started. And what can happen – after.”

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Glimmer – dVerse Poetics

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Here’s my submission to the dVerse Poetics prompt – this week, we are asked to write something inspired by one of the six beautiful artworks created by Catrin Welz-Stein showcased in the blog post.

I hope you enjoy my piece which has been inspired by the picture below – please do visit the linky link thing to read many more!

Copyright Catrin Welz-Stein

Copyright Catrin Welz-Stein

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– Glimmer –

I long to fly away from here
escape the tendrils of my fear
that binds its barbs around my heart
and dogs my footsteps in the dark –

The dark that wraps itself around
and anchors my feet to the ground
leaden shoes and iron soul
a face that’s frozen, solid, cold –

A cold that cuts my life in two
that separates the me from you
there is no way to reach you now
I’ll never hear your voice aloud –

Your voice is just an echo, soft
whispers, laughs, holds me aloft
and draws my spirits high above
up to the clouds, with all your love –

Love, fly me away from here
banish dread, despair and fear
gently cradle my bruised heart
and light my way out from the dark.

Undertow – dVerse Meeting the Bar

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– Undertow –

I stand and stare at you
in the moments after you stop living;
there are no more words to say to you,
under my breath.
I can no longer pretend or hope or believe or pray
that you can hear me,
that you can smile somewhere deep inside
at the sound of my voice,
and be glad that I’m with you
at the end.
I resent you for it;
for not saying goodbye,
for cutting free so unilaterally.

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So, for me, an unsurprising choice this week, when we are invited to write about the difficult or spicy subjects that we tend to swerve, given half the chance. Death yet again is my theme. The death of my dad. Today in particular has been pretty bad. There’s no rhyme, no reason for it. That’s grief, I guess. Tomorrow will be different, I know.

You can read and discover many more slices of life right here.