Won't Go Easy

Egan didn’t know what to think. There was no sense trying. He sat upon the bus-stand and tried…he tried to know, but to no avail…so he decided to walk instead.

Why him? Why now, at this point in his life, did he not matter? How did he let himself go so far adrift?

It was long hot walk. For most of it Egan simply did the best he could at putting one foot in front of the other. That was the work at hand, no reason to think of anything else. ‘The trouble’ can wait ‘til you rest. No rush.

By the time he got to his part of town, the sun was going down. What a shame, what a shame…you see they got this name, this “sundown” … and it makes you feel uneasy…queasy, really, like you don’t fit your skin no more. Like you thinking with half your brain.

S’at what this is? You presenting me with some kinda’ syndrome? Well, I’m not shopping for syndromes, so go peddle them elsewhere. I choose

the brain that I got. I do not choose the pain!!!...although it seems to choose me. But this brain I’m taking with me… and I won’t go foggy with pharmaceuticals…I won’t. I won’t go easy, but I will go, if you say so.

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There Is This Void...

...not in the strictest sense, but

under the general category. It was 

always there....but, a void just the same.

You ask me do I get much sleep? I say ,

 "....of course not. Why? "

You tell me , "...you don't look...wan....ah..." you fumble for words. There are none.

Tired. comes to mind. Too late.

There is an awkward silence, here...one that's been here for a long time. The timing. It's just the timing of the thing...

We'll be alright.

But then comes the last goodbye.

As cold as could be

This party's over

And it will 
be a longtime

Coming...

...as befits,

the fool.

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a wind

I just heard a voice

drift over the wind

like smoke

someone is cooking…

someone just said “I love you.”

I don’t care where it came from

I would gladly accept

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BLOOD RED

 .... the label said, and as she applied, she

could not get the image from her head: His

shoulders, his back, she gouges, she shreds,

digging deep, as they writhe and heave in sweat

drenched sheets, deep in throws of bodies' heat. He suspects she wants his wife to know, and what

better way than signing your claim with carmine

claws? Her signature piece, soon to bleed complete.

Blood Red it shall be... nails, lips, pedi, bed. The

trap, set, he senses, going willingly, wantonly,

wherever she decides, whatever price the ride.

She'll lick his wounds, owning him tonight.

 

(100 words)

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bord in progress

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It approaches ...

...and hovers below. 

  

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mulling

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