“Barnaby! You burnt my steak again!”
“But Sir… you won’t turn the grill down.”
Author: Linda G. Hill
you
it isn’t just this and it isn’t you
you with your fair hair and your
sweet candy smile
and your way of moving oh so slowly
when i want you to hurry up
no, it’s me too
because i can’t stand that you’re
too perfect
too simply kind
to want someone like me
i’m base and horrid sometimes
you know?
or perhaps you’re innocent
where my faults lie
you’re not quick enough to see
so you’ll not really understand
why i’m leaving you and going
to places you can’t go nor would you want to
tread upon the type of dirt that
stirs up my brand of dusty irritant
i’ll miss you though but not as much
as you’ll surely miss me because
light is drawn to darkness more than
the other way around
goodbye
don’t
don’t you have days
when you just wanna say fuck it
or whatever your personal equivalent
of that is?
don’t you sit down of an evening
and stare at the wall
or the tv, or whatever is right in front
of you?
don’t you have mornings
when even coffee can’t get you going
or allow you to smile at the stuff
you’re supposed to?
don’t you hate people
who are cheerful no matter what?
don’t you think that maybe they’re just lying
through their sickeningly happy teeth?
don’t you just…
oh fuck it.
Thar’s the Rub – a 50-word story
“You don’t like her?”
“No. She rubs me the wrong way.”
“Which way does she rub you?”
“Oh you know. Side to side.”
“Do you prefer to be rubbed up and down?”
“From top to bottom, actually.”
“Hmm. I like the tummy.”
“OOh, and behind the ear is good too.”
Almost – a 50 word story
Okay, I’m off. That’s it. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. This ship is sailing. I’ve packed my bags, I’m ready to go. Going out for milk and never coming back. Taking the plunge. Making like a tree and… oh, is that pie? I’ll go in a minute, shall I?
#SoCS – Isn’t
Mustn’t you leave,
Just get out
to arrive somewhere else
a place where you’re wanted
The rattling cages
must be driving you mad
and the animals speak now
they whisper, escape
I’m the voice in your head, dear
Don’t try to resist
for the more you agree
The sooner you’ll return
And you’d like that
Wouldn’t you?
Mais oui
…
zzz Me? It wasn’t
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click the link and join in today! http://lindaghill.com/2016/02/19/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-2016/
Applied Art – a 50 word story
“What is the most romantic gesture you can think of?”
Sitting behind the desk in her best business suit, legs crossed, she tapped the pen on the bridge of her nose and stared at the question.
All she could think was, What kind of secretarial job am I applying for?
Look!
Up in the sky!
It’s a bird!
It’s a … writer?
It’s Flying-by-the-seat-of-his-pants Man!
Penmanship – #tuesdayuseitinasentence – a 50 word story
Maybe it’s my lack of penmanship that lost me the girl. Yeah, it was a one night stand, but I really liked her. All I wrote was, “Best of luck ever! Don’t forget shut, lock door on your way out!” And now she’s accusing me of calling her a slut.
This post is brought to you by Tuesday Use It In A Sentence. This week the host is Kelli at Forty, c’est Fantastique! and the word of the week is “penmanship.”
One Step At A Time – #LoIsInDaBlog and Mindful Monday
I can’t take the directions with me, or rather I can’t see them once I’m there. I must concentrate, memorize, go over them again and again as I prepare myself for my task. The most important task of the day.
I’m ready. Buck up my courage, and…
Wash
Rinse
Repeat.
This 50 word story is inspired by Bee’s prompt, at Just Fooling around with Bee, which is in conjunction with Mindful Monday, a prompt by Colleen, at Silver Threading. Unfortunately my story doesn’t have much to do with this week’s actual prompts, but it was the best I could do at 11pm. Tryin’ to stay healthy by going to bed at a decent time! 😛
Thanks, ladies, for your inspiration. 🙂
Linda G. Hill 