To live within parallel lives.
Working diligently to find a title for a discontinued road
and
thinking about writing poetry about spatulas and kettles.
Tag: Very Short Story
Ladybugs & Bees
The leaves rustled as the wind blew a gale through the realm.
A gathering of ladybugs hanging out in the law firms and the stock exchange, waiting for a predatory high.
Indifferent to the ladybugs, the bees like to socialise at the pub while waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Alfie & Mum
Pots and pans go flying as Mum chases after Alfie again.
Bloody hell, they’re always getting into it, and now she’s red because he stole some apple pie.
I want to be alone to read, but she continues to chase him, yelling, “I’ll slash yer arse if I catch you!”
Sigh.
Real Estate Agents
The agent calls again.
The purchaser is waiting for the contract & section 32
We have, oh wai-
The line goes silent.
A call from the same number leads you to the coffee cup
He’s ready to grump
Good aft-, oh, good mor-
A glitch in your thought patterns
“I’m having tech issues!”
What of the Defective Products?
Wake up, shower, get ready, and leave for work.
Coffee.
Work.
Leave work, commute home, have dinner, think about free time, take a shower, and sleep.
One of the many is a functioning product.
One of the few is considered defective.
Where do the defective products go?
Super Moon
She left the laundry on the clothesline until 9 pm, giving herself an excuse to go outside and look up at the moon.
Standing there watching the sky.
The moon appears among clouds like the moon from her memory, evoking feelings of a new beginning or ending.
Conflicted by Liberation
Each day flowed in compartments
waking at a time chosen by someone else
Working from fog-covered dawn to the darkness of night
whispering to the wind of dreams
Earning a place at the coward’s table
watching comrades die, fall into death, and become death
Whispering hope to our unseen God
enveloping my sorrow when liberation gave us a chance
Between Dreams
I called to you,
timid at first and then hoarse from the echoes.
I thought you had gone.
I found myself calling to you from our bedroom,
and you looked haunted.
“A dream”, I said from a dream,
“A dream without you in the nothingness of life.”
What will we become?
The people slowly changed.
Once larrikins and mates, the masses become willfully ignorant and obsessed with status anxiety.
Consumed by foreign entertainment.
We hoped the people would watch, listen, read, and critically think about important issues.
The people became unkind.
Once lovers of freedom and looking out for each other, now many are entitled and would step on your bones.
Our Saturday election day.
We looked at the masses voting for the hardworking rich, while crushing the dreams of the classes they belong to.
Little Paws
Rustling outside removed her from a nap.
Going to the door and looking outside, she stumbled upon a bag of seeds.
Keen to see them grow, she propagated the “Little Paws”.
After six months, meowing starts coming from the greenhouse; she runs outside to see kittens everywhere.
C & K 