A total lack of sleep has lead to extra writing. Two weeks in a row, I’m submitting two stories, and hope you humor my enthusiasm. Perhaps redeeming myself for the very dark story, many of you found troubling, last week. This is also my first try at poetry, here.
Each week on Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads a group of writers from all over the globe, in a flash-fiction challenge. A single photo prompt; a story that has a beginning, middle and end; a goal of 100 words– everyone is welcome to participate. Check it out the details, and the wonderful stories in this week’s collection, here.
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In blue seas and calm pools
We swam side by side
Communicating easily, telepathically at times
Like dolphins calling to each other
Through dark or light
Through years and minutes, we
Helped each other weather
The times when seas were rough
And tossed us about.
We laughed at the absurd
And whispered our dreams
Spinning and leaping, through a
Life that is constantly changing
And then you couldn’t hear me
And you didn’t call out to me again
And we are now like dried kelp
Washed up on the shore…
Dolphins no more.
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