"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”

Friday, March 28, 2014

The Swan Song for Flash 55

Many a Thursday I stayed up late
to write a story for the man.
He liked beginnings and he liked neat ends,
so I labored long over rhythm and rhyme,
whilst counting my words and staying inbounds.
Other than word count, all he asked we do
was make it fiction, wasn't supposed to be true.

On a cold winter morning a girl was found
frozen to death in the snow
Nobody knows what happened
but speculation abounds.
Did she slip and fall by her own accord?
Too much drink and a lover’s row?
Would it were summer we could sleep it off
and wake in the arms of the morn.


After hosting the Friday fun-fest for 7 years, Galen Hayes aka Mr. Knowitall is passing the reins to someone else. I would encourage you to join the farewell tour.

All good things come to an end.
Galen, you truly are the most gracious of hosts.

I’ll miss writing for you.

15 comments:

izzy said...

Wow dead bodies, snow- whew, that causes much speculation! Yet that is a wonder for 55's !

G-Man said...

Yvonne...
The only redeeming thing about a Michigan Winter, is that you were out of your garden, and with us all on Friday. You have a fantastic touch about the Keyboard My Friend.I hope you visit the new hosts every so often and thrill them like you have thrilled me. Be well Yvonne, I think I owe you a cup of coffee
Thanks for everything, have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

Margaret said...

A poem AND a story… You have done well!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Izzy,
More than one person has frozen to death around these parts in recent times. Not everyone can be good in the country! Thanks, Izzy.

G-Man,
No, you owe me a ride on that Harley! I can balance on a curve, I promise. Thank you for many many months of creative prompts and encouragement. I won't stop writing 55's, thanks to you. They're too much fun. I hope I'll be seeing you in some familiar places.

Margaret,
Thanks so much!! You're the best.

Liza said...

I'll miss reading your Flash 55's. Well done!

moondustwriter said...

A grand flash fiction and non-fiction.
Isn't the 55 fun? If I teach English again I would teach the value of flash fiction. I believe it has made me a better (less wordy) writer.

Mary said...

Love both of your stanzas. Hope to see you 'round the blogosphere! Nice meeting you here.

Anthony Duce said...

I enjoyed this very much. I do like a good story, especially in the condensed form. The imagination can make so much more what has been said.

author.nara.malone said...

Loved your flash Swan Song, especially that last line.

Gabriella said...

Writing my 55 had also become part of my Thursday evening routine. I will miss the writing and Galen.

lime said...

nice twofer! i was glad if i could get just one....though often mine were non-fiction. i am such a rebel.

Other Mary said...

Oh, so you stayed up on Thursdays? That's my problem...I never started until Friday! Which is why I'm always so late. I can feel your 55 right through my sweater. It's still pretty cold here, still snow on the ground. I hope summer didn't bite the dust!

Grace said...

I never stay up late Thursday either ~ If I am late, I just link up Friday morning ~

The second is a mystery of a story ~

Lydia said...

A lovely tribute and fiction-poem! You said it: I, too, will miss writing for G. He has the gift of bringing out the best in our poetry/writing.

On a totally different topic, I have always wanted to say how I admire your hair!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Liza,
Thanks!

Moondust,
I agree. It's an invaluable exercise!

Mary,
Same here. Thanks!

Tony,
Thank you.

Nara,
Thanks so much.

Gabriella,
I miss it already!

Lime,
I flirted with nonfiction...sometimes a blend of the two.

Mary,
I like this...."I can feel it right through my sweater".

Grace,
Thank so much!

Lydia,
He certainly does. Fridays will not be the same. On the other topic, I'm stunned! What a nice compliment. My hair has been a curly mess I've fought with my whole life. I'm only now beginning to give in and let it go. So,thank you.