Three Things Challenge #483 Her resolve he could read on her face, her beloved face. He knew they could not push her sideways, she had already decided their fate. Now she was checking her Glock. They did not stand a chance.
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Insomnia #3TC
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 … Continue reading Insomnia #3TC
On the rocks #3TC
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 … Continue reading On the rocks #3TC
Depleted #3TC
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?" … Continue reading Depleted #3TC
Grassy cloud #3TC
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.
Taco for breakfast #3TC
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 … Continue reading Taco for breakfast #3TC
Keepsake #3TC
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 … Continue reading Keepsake #3TC
