The envelope’s shredded remains littered the counter. Finger tapping lips, she contemplated a plan. Tossing the paper she hobbled on tired, pain-riddled feet, scooped bathroom items into a bag, then crammed clothes, outerwear and shoes into her time and travel worn suitcase. After the travel agent emailed tickets and reservations she called a taxi. She fled – no note.
Escape accomplished, warmly bundled, she stepped outside the hotel into a snowflakes fluttering, snow covered fantasy under the slate gray skies of North Pole Alaska. Gathering the fur trimmed hood under her chin she shuffled away from Februpocolypse into February bliss.
Writing today for Thin Spiral Notebook’s 100 Word Challenge where this week’s word is “Paper”, and another challenge from a friend to write about changing a dismal February into a dream come true.
Blissfully she swam their enchanted stream of passion.
He came hurling stone words, creating raging fatal rapids.
Rocks slung, bruised her soul, tattered her trust.
Left bleeding hope,
cleansing rivulets would never restore.
The inspiration for this piece comes from Trifextra Week 102. Of course, we have to have music, so I’m giving you One Republic “All Fall Down”
Trifecta’s rules: This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:
Trifextra: Week 102
I can change,
but I won’t change who I am. I have behaviors, attitudes, actions, that hinder and alter the way I can, and should interact within my own life as well as with friends, family, acquaintances and even strangers.
I can change,
judging into loving.
fear into confidence.
anger into calmness.
melancholy into happiness.
cynicism into teaching.
weariness into fitness.
These can change me, so I can see an image of a proud and confident woman in the mirror, and project that same pride and confidence to all who are around me.
These are words. Words just lie on a page (or a computer screen), inanimate, inactive. Written and not lived and acted upon, they become a bittersweet symphony. I need to pick up these words and roll them around in my soul, wrap them around my heart and begin living them, because
I can change.
Week 99 at Trifecta has this prompt: We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words. Make it count.
He clawed wads of hair, yanking her head back, his face suffocatingly close. Smiling through clenched teeth, fetid breathing reeked of life decayed. Spittle spraying he hissed,
“My name? Just call me Lucifer.”
Trifecta’s weekend challenge Trifextra asks for 33 words inspired by the classic song “Sympathy for the Devil” by The Rolling Stones. The continued thread of introduction made me envision what it would be like if the devil decided to introduce himself. I didn’t imagine it would be a pleasant experience.
Trifextra: week eighty-nine