Escape is not all it’s cracked up to be. Writers responded to the prompt, and what follows is a collection of perspectives in 99-word stories arranged like literary anthropology. Those published at Carrot Ranch are The Congress of Rough Writers. Helen’s Prospects by Kerry E.B. Black For her sister Helen’s graduation, Augie bought a huge […]
Escape
Enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing, Charli 💛
As people, we can escape from our current place
When it no longer serves our purpose of security
But, often we escape to a safe, soothing sanctuary
It’s only a five minutes walk to the place
It’s not on any map; yet, its my design
It’s shades and blue and green hues are benign
Sun and Moon light foliage, water and friendly beasts
Bugs, criminals or meat hunters can’t have their feast
This place is always safe, soothing, kind, and inspiring
When I’ve been there, I can start daily working
Written for Carrot Ranch’s 99 Word Story Prompt.
https://carrotranch.com/2021/03/25/march-25-flash-fiction-challenge-2/
We were told to stay indoors — if we can
I belonged to those who are allowed to work
How little has changed, actually, in a year’s time
Also now we say, ‘Only a few more months’
But now, a Mediterranean Sun vacation is less likely
The State has paid business owners’ rent, also now
Today, people say, covid is to stay coming years
Most of us aren’t used to what now adheres
People elected the same State back, despite its ills
In the end, they trust its anti covid19 policy.
It may be four thirty and we all rise
I had made soup yesterday and warm it slowly
Husband and then children, get food on the table
Fruit, bread, yoghurt are usually part of our breakfast
Always someone cracks a joke or has yesterday’s story
Breakfast must end punctually, even when there’s no adhan
Prayers, sleep a while, then daily routine is done
The season decides at what time we’ll have dinner
Whatever is served, there’s always some milk and dates
It has always amazed me: Critters around the house
A childhood fav, was this little mammal: The mouse
Every Spring and Fall, we heard just one shuffle
On the attic, where it cleanly slept, without scuffle
There were no others than this one tidy mouse
Later, I encountered more than one mice filled house
It didn’t make me loose sympathy for the mouse
It’s a gentle spirit; at home, it’s relatively harmless
In a domestic environment, it may cause minor stress
A reshare of last week’s 99 word stories @}}-
Weather shifts and high winds blow sails and change. Fierce, it topples sunflowers, fences, and rooftops. If harnessed, high winds energize travel and electricity. It’s a phenomenon that can be destructive or helpful. Such a dichotomy brings opportunity to writers to play between the lines. High winds blow across the stories in this collection, drifting […]
High Winds
Native American wisdom says, wind is God’s voice — maybe
Wind easily always reminds me of this: The sky
Looking at the sky, is looking at unending history
At daytime, you see the Sun; maybe the Moon
At nighttime, you may see stars dead since millennia
Also wind, reminds me of history — but, my own
Its sound in the foliage brings me back decades
I heard the same whisper, when walking to school
Wind brings us back to history and to nature
Maybe indeed wind reminds us of our very core
The colleagues had placed a webcam near the crest
On the factory’s rooftop, the family feels safe enough
Peregrine falcons, unlike before, have become common these days
The youngsters had grown big enough to fly now
The parents just kick them out of the nest
Some of them, just drop down and don’t fly
The colleagues take loving care of the confused youngster
Quickly, a falcon video and some photos were made
Then, one of the colleagues brought the youngster upstairs
Alas, same routine was repeated to the young falcon
The colleagues never found out, how the story ended
All this, you cannot call it helmet, nor fur
I wonder, how much it all must itch her
All this critter is always rambling on her skin
Where it came from; when — her knowledge is thin
She sees them come and go; they change much
They eat each other; they have a cruel touch
And, they love each other sometimes to a fault
Strangely, she is the only neighbour with bugs default
Sun, Uranus, Pluto: Their baldness gives them sophisticated chique
However, she admits, it is good to be unique
Yet, being your own crowd, comes with a price
July 30: Flash Fiction Challenge
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