Connie, I like that one. I think my next one kind of fits into the same category, whatever you want to call it. It's sort of an undefined category, but recognizable.
Stalk Her
She lies in wait for me. I don’t always know when or where she’ll show up. Last time it was in the grocery store; I was squeezing some grapes. Mushy grapes are nasty, but I only squeeze, never eat.
She ambushed me. I tried to ward her off. Before I knew it she had grabbed a carton of raspberries. Like a child, she stuffed them in my mouth, smearing them around my face grotesquely. But, I’m the one that had to go to court; pay the fine. Some day, I’ll learn how to keep her confined only to my mind.
WHOA. Sail, that's - ok, "confined space" as defined by "mind", dayum.
I was in a "Sybill" sort of mood, today, Deb. Like I said, it's not a genre you can really pin down, but you know it when you see it, yes?
Sail, that was awesome. Totally took me by surprise.
Thank you, all. I like being able to pull that last zinger out at the end and do it well.
since we're talking about small confined space as metaphor....
Alive in Memory
We're in here and it's dark. I try to see you, hold on, clinging for dear life because there are things behind every corner and I'm frightened, frightened
but
sometimes there's light, we touch, hand to hand, sometimes belly to belly, and in the bits of light that break through there are no hidden places and the eyes in the shadows are shut, cowering back, afraid of the blaze we make
so
it seems that you and I, in this tiny undefined place of no horizons, belong together, holding on, being what we are
wait
make that, what we were.
Ooh, Deb, that's a good one.
this tiny undefined place of no horizons
I am in love with this phrase and want to have its babies.
this tiny undefined place of no horizons
It's how I see my own memory.
edit: Chapter 13 begun, first six pages of it done, for all of you people who are breathlessly following the progress of the Attack Novel that Ate Deb's Brain. I'm about 200 words shy of the 60K mark. Should have at least first half to send WIP readers tonight.
JZ, if you're lurking, can you letl me know if you want me to continue sending you bits as they're done? Thankee, ma'am.
Huh...in the taking a minute column...the second mystery project is 1600 words big today. Not all impressive like my spouse but nothing to be embarrassed about.