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Quick #VisDare 138

May 20, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / 1 Comment

  The long chase was over: there he stood, in stupid ignorance that the end was nigh - his end. He was still wearing the silly, but sinister, Jack Rabbit mask. I did not need any mask: he did not know me, just my name. Soon the train would stop and he would run off. … Continue reading Quick #VisDare 138

Gleeful: #VisDare 137

May 11, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / 1 Comment

It was done, all these long years of study, the cold classrooms, the interminable nights of reading, the despair when the results were dismal... We had finished, the world was ours, your hand in mine and his in yours: what was more beautiful than our friendship? I remember how our laughs resonated in the ancient … Continue reading Gleeful: #VisDare 137

#VisDare 135: Negotiating

April 27, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / Leave a comment

At long last I found you again my darling, after all those months of anxiety! Where could you be? And you are there, just in front of me, in the middle of those inert little dolls... When your turn comes be sure that fellow will notice your guy, I'm a good head above the others. … Continue reading #VisDare 135: Negotiating

#VisDare130 Possibility

March 23, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / 2 Comments

  You came, in this infinite solitude, on the edge of the lake. Last night I fetched you from the small town: you were dead tired, I had to carry you to your room. And this morning, early, I saw you, standing in the silence, the calm, icy water half way to  your knees, the black shawl over your shoulder. … Continue reading #VisDare130 Possibility

Devious #VisDare 128

March 9, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / Leave a comment

It's a long story, a kind of one hundred years war, that cannot be won, and yet we keep on fighting... You were already there, in the old class room, in the heart of winter, as our teacher was telling us about the Middle Ages, and, about you, the ever present, maleficent fallen angel. You … Continue reading Devious #VisDare 128

#VisDare 127: Snoop

March 2, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / 2 Comments

It was late, we were alone in the last train. Patiently I watched you as you checked your messages: I admired the way you kept going, as if everything was normal. We were going home, I knew you'd attempt to make peace, perhaps more. I was a little bemused, hesitant maybe, after all, soon I … Continue reading #VisDare 127: Snoop

#VisDare 125: Candid

February 17, 2016February 17, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / Leave a comment

  You always like to show me the way, in this luminous, sharp clarity that is the signature of your kind. I have to admit that I would not do without the light, even when, often, what you show me is a little frightening. I know, as you would say, were you not abiding by … Continue reading #VisDare 125: Candid

#VisDare 124: Unexpected

February 10, 2016 / Sisyphus47 / 1 Comment

  Mum knew you were on duty, and aimed to surprise you. I know how much you must have waited for those short moments, stolen from the tedium of the day, your little girl appearing, playful, so small... And there you were, my very big daddy, pretending to arrest me. Such laughter! You could never catch … Continue reading #VisDare 124: Unexpected

#VisDare 119: Omitted #WritersWednesday #150

October 28, 2015 / Sisyphus47 / 5 Comments

Where shall we go now? I know, along the tree-lined streets of our memories, now full of young people of all ages, the façades of the houses from time to time displaying the scars of the great battle, to ensure we remember... Slowly, we retrace our steps, all those years past, and the ghosts wonder how … Continue reading #VisDare 119: Omitted #WritersWednesday #150

#VisDare 116: Vague #WritersWednesday

October 7, 2015October 7, 2015 / Sisyphus47 / 2 Comments

I will never know if you remember, wherever you are now. It was already autumn, and the chill in the air reminded us that soon the cold winds would sweep through the plains and our city. We stopped the car, I wanted to take a picture of you: I wanted to stop the clock, capture … Continue reading #VisDare 116: Vague #WritersWednesday

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