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Submitted to Contest #181
Gyre. As in the gold mosaic of a wall Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre. William Butler Yeats 1927 “Let’s go for walk…” I didn’t mean to hurt you, John, I’m sorry – I’m really sorry…. These words were Stewart’s last, after which voice faded into unheard spaces and stopped less abruptly than his determined heart. Last words uttered as an apology were wasted as they were silence to his hapless trail walking companion. But Stewart struggled against this death as an ending; he tried to push onto something more now his physical life v...
Submitted to Contest #159
Who is at Fault? Boris poured himself a stiff scotch. Been long day, with more than usual legal argument. He needed to unwind. If he took this bribe what would be the outcome. The courts were stressful, even in the office he always felt everyone was trying to score more brownie points, beat him to the pot of gold, everything he did included a look over his shoulder to make sure someone hadn’t already beaten him to the punch. “You’ve got a good team, don’t worry.” Empty, non-therapeutic words from outsiders. Pick your excuse but he just wa...
Submitted to Contest #118
Gentleman John An old man emerged out of landscape, dappled green grey outfit, not camouflaged print, but similar to garb deer hunter’s rig out. Human yes, but appearing part of surrounding vegetation. As if he belonged more as a tree creature, or part of the bush rather than an actual person. I am enthralled by the white-haired stranger’s story as we waited at an isolated country bus stop. Funny how some people are prepared to launch into confessional mode merely based on a location. Standing by a bus stop, greeting a stranger…forgive me...
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