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,
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:
Wow dead bodies, snow- whew, that causes much speculation! Yet that is a wonder for 55's !
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
A poem AND a story… You have done well!
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.
I'll miss reading your Flash 55's. Well done!
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.
Love both of your stanzas. Hope to see you 'round the blogosphere! Nice meeting you here.
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.
Loved your flash Swan Song, especially that last line.
Writing my 55 had also become part of my Thursday evening routine. I will miss the writing and Galen.
nice twofer! i was glad if i could get just one....though often mine were non-fiction. i am such a rebel.
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!
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 ~
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!
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.
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