Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Flash Fiction

Play for Today

poet

 

Sit down & pull up a fence…

 

Okay—rain check Day

Two day break from all of it

(Football, Brexit, gardening…)

~

Question!

(Serious question eyebrow)

Yeah

(assumes if I must face

clears throat & utters)

Where is all this going to?

~

Shit! I though as much

And…

I dunno

~

Light another cigarette

Pause

(one last wish before the plunge)

~

Hunger?

For what?

snap quick–gobsmack

~

Think fast blurt it out

No rashers – Danish

Diversionary tactics

~

Just leave me alone

Long pause – dead air waves

O My God!

~

O My Giddy Aunt

Things can never be the same again

Not even the weather?

~

No – Not even the weather

Shit!

Time passes

Time slowly passes

Can I go now?

Sit down – have a donut

~

But I…

Sit down – have a friggin’ donut!

Thanks

 

 

The Scrunged Wotsit

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Source: The Scrunged Wotsit

Petrichor

eye low
brow

ser(f)
:
eye high
brow
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Nose down.

The Saint woke

nose down in a wood:

in a

a vast, dank wood.

Beeches & brambles.

He got up,

raised a knowing eyebrow,

and licked mulch from his

granite chiselled chin.

Petrichor,

he concluded wryly

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