Flash Fiction Challenge: Waiting

I wrote this for Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. This is my first attempt. This week’s prompt is “Colonnades.” The challenge is to write a 99-word story that somehow incorporates colonnades.

I don’t mean to be gross, but the word “colonnades” makes me think of a proctologist. “I need some help, Doc. There’s something going on back there. It’s just not right.” That is not where I went with my story, just the ridiculous preamble.

Waiting

Martha sits on the porch in her rocking chair, looking longingly past the colonnades. She rocks slowly as her fingers do their dance. Her knitting needles swiftly swirl around each other with a faint “swoosh” as they briefly connect. She occasionally glances at her growing creation.

Inside, Tom and Alex peek through the blinds.

“I’m worried about Mom.”

“She’ll be fine. Mom’s strong.”

“It’s been months. She just sits out there every day. Winter’s coming.”

“She’ll stay in when it gets cold.”

“We should call a shrink.”

“She’s mourning. Everybody mourns differently.”

“She’s waiting. She thinks he’s coming home.”

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Soliloquy

I pour out my soul to you
Still you don’t respond

I don’t know what else to do
Now that you’re gone

You left with my heart
But you can keep that

It’s only a small part
I really need we back

You lift me up, make me better
With your smile, with your light

Logic says, “Move on. Forget her.”
With you is the only time I feel right

You picked up my pieces, made me whole
Then I walked away, silly me

Now, there’s a hole in my soul
Poured into another soliloquy

Terza Rima: Home (Alternate Version)

Inspired by Cubby’s terza rima challenge, I said I would work on one that was fitting for the Nobbinmaug universe. While I was writing a terza rima for Norman Normalson, I thought of this. This one worked out much more quickly, so here it is. Yay!

Norman’s is coming soon. Update: It’s here.

Home (Alternate Version)

Home’s so far away, there’s nowhere to go
I ask for a dollar, you tell me, “No!”
I am all alone with no one to call
I have nothing left ’cause I’ve lost it all
Alone on the streets, time passes so slow

Up above, the bombs’ burst gives off a glow
As bullets fly by, I keep my head low
I wonder which of them carries Death’s call
Home’s so far away

Your heart’s the only home I want to know
I thought I could side-step Cupid’s arrow
I was so damn sure that I wouldn’t fall
That I walked away, imagine the gall
Now, I’m all alone, and I need you so
Home’s so far away

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