Three Things Challenge: PL36
insomnia – meringue – basement
She knew what he liked, what he liked about her, his favourite drink, his taste for violence and meringue. She knew he would ask her to run a hot bath, prepare his Jack Dianel’s on rocks, attend to his needs in his insomnia.
Down, in the basement, she had hidden the short Tanaka, a present from Myriam, her everlasting love. Myriam the wise, Myriam her tender and strong lover.
She would have the bath ready, his whisky just so, the ice still melting. His hand would tease, feel, hit, caress. His bulk would lie in the very hot bath. She would massage his shoulders, serve the meringue. In her hands, silent, lethal, the Tanaka would slice his neck.
Then Myriam would arrive, and take care of everything. Myriam too knew what she liked.
Picture: Mile-High Lemon Meringue Pie
Three Things Challenge: PL 30
rocks, oregano, carburetor
She remembered the place well: the towers, the kids in the stairs, the smell of pizza and oregano he loved to bake in the kitchen.
In her dream she could see the glass of Jack Daniels, on the rocks, his favourite drink. And the day the kids stole the carburettor of his bike, parked down below, in the courtyard.
Those were the days.
Picture: Bing-Gleichdruckvergaser an einer BMW Strich-Fünf, ca. 1973. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license. Author: Johannes Maximilian
Three Things Challenge: PL19
uranium moss dancer
It was getting late. Slowly the officer laid the photo on the table. “Do you recognise what those are?” she asked me with a smile.
On the stage the one dancer started circling the pole. I looked down, and knew. “Hardened tank shells, probably depleted uranium. Fallujah?” I asked. She smiled again, “a little further West I suggest.”
“There is a say…” I replied: “Rolling stones don’t gather moss.”
“Thought not” she replied.
Image source: M1 Abrams battle tank, Wikimedia
Three Things Challenge: PL18
velvet, cloud, hippie
Late in the day, emerging from his grass cloud, the ageing hippie saw you, asleep, as you once were, on the velvet pastel of the pool.
Three Things Challenge: PL17
Today’s prompt: kangaroo, light bulb, taco
It was one of these mornings! But don’t ask me why… The kitchen light bulb popped out, the crazy poster of the kangaroo seducing the dormouse fell on the floor… and she, who must be obeyed, got up in a foul mood…
Hence me, writing this nonsense, drinking beer, and avoiding low-flying
Three Things Challenge PL16
Today’s prompt: filter, keepsake, salad
The apartment is so empty, the sky so low, the morning so quiet. Near the coffee machine, behind the filter box, I have hidden a keepsake of her presence, here, one summer night.
I look at that bit of silk, black, introvert, provocative. Tender was that night, and I made her such a lovely salad!
Winter is not over, still plenty of time to dream…