#SoCS – greener grass

you’re here
he’s there
you’re real
so is he
but life with you
is not like life with him would be
life with you is mundane
he is exciting
our real life is ordinary
my life with him would be a celebration
day in, day out
night life, sleeping all day
work, boring
partying all the time
our life is lived together in the real world
his life exists in the spotlight, he is never bored
the dirt on which we sleep is hard
the grass over there is soft and green
we fight
he is always happy
we’re poor
he is rich
you’re here
he’s there
it’s surreal

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Monster Mash – an 100-word Story

I hate the way you eat your mashed potatoes. It sets my teeth on edge when I hear your teeth hit and then scrape the spoon as you pull it back out of your mouth. Who the hell eats mashed potatoes with a spoon? You have to put your fork down just to eat your fucking mashed potatoes. By God, one of these days I’m going to pick up your steak knife and end your life with it.

“Penny for your thoughts, Darling?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about… work.”

Yeah. How much work it would take to stab you.

The News – a 50-word story

“It is not just black and white. There are bluish green areas over there, and if you look closely enough, you’ll see the occasional splotch of yellow. But the truth is, it is red all over.”

“Sir?”

“Yes, Todd?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a joke, Todd. Don’t you get it?”

Suspicious Coffee – an 100-word story

“What if,” I asked my husband as we sipped coffee from our china cups, “coffee contains some sort of secret ingredient that allows the government to read our thoughts.”

“What are you saying, Darling? That now coffee is part of your conspiracy theory? I honestly don’t know why I married you.”

“Now that you mention it, I was thinking the same thing. How could I have married someone who is so… insensitive to the possibility that everything is spying on us?”

“Everything is not… wait. Did you say you were thinking the same thing as I? Put down the cup.”

mostly

mostly i love the way you look
when you walk in the door
after a long day at work

mostly i love the way you laugh
mostly in bed, after we make love

mostly i love your passion
you love what you love and
you care not what anyone else thinks

mostly i love the way you smell
when i steal your pillow after you get in the shower

mostly i love the way we fight
and then we make up
and then we make up some more

mostly i love you
yes, mostly i love you

dalv – 50 words

I’m not a nocturnal wanderer. I love to sleep at night. I work hard while the sun shines – I get up as it rises, so that I may be ready to labour when the day begins.

The moment it sets, I go to my rest. I’m a vampire of light.

presence

you fill a room
you command space

your smile brightens
like candle light;

your arms, when they surround me
cherish my soul

your energy fills my nerves
and i’m powerful. whole.

up and down
up and down
please place me upon your pedestal forever
should your grace fill me
with the magic of you

Bleak – an 100-word story

“Well then John, if she won’t have me, I’ll marry someone else!”

“You can’t just ‘marry someone else,’ old chap. The wedding is scheduled for tomorrow. You’ll have to call it off.”

“But I can’t do that. There are people coming from all over the world. I know, I’ll call Cupid.”

“Please don’t.”

“It’s too late. There he is at the window! Wait! Don’t aim it at me now!”

“Duck!”

“John? Please, will you marry me?”

“I should rather die!”

“But then, who will be my best man?”

“It won’t be me, old chap. I don’t swing that way.”

“Drat.”

math of us

if i take half of you
and half of me
will we be one
like frankenstein’s monster
but diminished?

if i draw you
and then quarter you
and then take four quarters
and put you back together
can you fit in
my whole?

if you divide your attention
but then we multiply
will our children
be a fraction
of us?

if you spend half your time
with me
and the other half
baking
can we
reinvent pi?

Shame – a 50-word story

It’s a major disaster. So much blood has been spilled. I had one job to do. Just one. How could I have been so careless?  I’ll never be able to show my face in public again!

I should have known I was too clumsy to work in a butcher shop.