I did it again. Sorry.
This week's prompt is late.
These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Amy - May 05, 2015 4:25:06 pm PDT #6250 of 6687
Because books.
Strix - May 08, 2015 4:49:32 am PDT #6251 of 6687
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I live my life late.
I'm punctual; it's just that --
my mind lives in night.
erikaj - May 08, 2015 10:16:14 am PDT #6252 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
Even though I’m not that old, there are already things it’s too late for.Some are ridiculous, like teen stardom, some are heartwarming/corny, like marrying my childhood sweetheart(although I started late to even have one) At least, I can’t ever be on “Teen Mom”, there are things to be said for late blooming. I try to focus on the present moment, although sometimes it makes me feel like an older woman wearing a younger woman’s mental clothes.I tell myself I won’t miss my chance again, but will I know it when I see it? I hope so.
EpicTangent - May 08, 2015 1:16:50 pm PDT #6253 of 6687
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Applause
Erika - very poignant and hopeful and...familiar.
Strix, yours is familiar in a very different way.
Anyway, well done ladies!
Applause
erikaj - May 08, 2015 1:28:24 pm PDT #6254 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
Thank you. Someday I might write about candy and rainbows(Actually kinda doubt it, but who knows?) Yeah, I related to Strix's too.
Wolfram - May 08, 2015 1:29:12 pm PDT #6255 of 6687
Visilurking
Great ones, Strix and Erikaj!
I was supposed to do one last week, and I just couldn't get into the head space. This one is for both prompts.
Truth
"Maybe it's wrong." He tries to say it gently, but she can hear him straining.
"I took it twice." She feels her face getting hot. She steadies herself on the edge of the sink.
His silence is clear. She knows what he's thinking about, and she starts to sob.
He knocks again. Softly. "Please."
She reaches behind her to unlock the door. She won't face him. She doesn't want to see his pain.
"This doesn't change anything." They both know he's lying, but it's a kind lie.
He puts his arms around her.
She hates him now more than ever.
Beverly - May 08, 2015 2:28:01 pm PDT #6256 of 6687
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Ohh...that's pretty painful, W. Nicely done, though.
SailAweigh - May 08, 2015 2:36:42 pm PDT #6257 of 6687
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Wow. You folks are knocking them out of the park this week.
SailAweigh - May 08, 2015 4:43:55 pm PDT #6258 of 6687
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Never Better
She closes the door behind her. It's late, later than she'd meant to be. Shoes in one hand, the other on the wall as a guide, she shuffles down the hall. Even ten years familiarity doesn't obviate the need for guidance in the pitch black. It's slow going. Sticking to one side of the hall, she skirts the floorboards in the middle that squeak: an extra long step ri-i-i-i-ght there. She keeps her gaze averted from the closed door along the opposite wall. No matter if it were open, anyway. It was too late for them a long time ago.
Wolfram - May 10, 2015 1:57:34 pm PDT #6259 of 6687
Visilurking
Nice one, SA.