watching the sky beyond me,
fade to a brilliant violet hue.
Fade to a golden crimson colour,
In solitary fineness, I stood.
I bet were wondering why,
I could tell from their hovering stance
Above, their noise but a minuscule
Compared to the view- I stood.
Early morn possesses,
At the start of summer every year,
Makes Autumn memory disappear,
Oh Lord, what blessing.
Shall come and blanket,
The birds shall part for their nest,
Summer will eventually disappear,
So I stand… In the present.
The credit for the beautiful sunrise image above is courtesy of this blog these days of mine.com
James huffed and puffed, bursting into beads of sweat under the 42 degree summer heat as he and his mates tried to pull away a fallen tree which had obstructed the estate’s gate.
“Has the tree gotten heavier or is it just me?” He pondered, not daring to take a break lest he became too weak to resume pulling. Eventually, his tired part won. He dropped the rope and turned to face his mates only to realise the source of the tree’s extra weight.
His mates hands were long free from the tree’s rope and their attention was fixated on something entirely else.
Stunned and mad, James exclaimed, “wow, why don’t you just grab a seat and a lemonade each. James is here, he’ll do all the work”.
They mumbled their apologies while he headed towards the source of their amusement.
“A cockfight! Seriously?“, he shook his head, “you guys are weirdos“.
Isaiah smiled, “takes one to know one”.
Word count: 157 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge where each week, we are provided a photo to write a 75-175 word story on. Thank you very much Shivangi Singh for this week’s picture.
We want the summer sun,
when the winter breeze is drifting;
We hide indoors the minute,
the sun makes its appearance.
We want to fall in love,
with the fairytale and charmings’;
We become a flight risk,
at the slightest inconvenience.
We want to have coins,
Fancy houses, latest gadgets;
We do not give up sleeping,
Get a job and start some living.
we want the best of grades,
Not credits, all distinctions;
So long it doesn’t take up,
Much time to do the reading.
We want a lot of things,
When we’re teens and life seems easy;
Too soon, we learn adulting,
is less wanting and more doing.
prompts for Day 27: Childhood (I changed it to teens, because I already did one with the theme of childhood for day 1) and then Day 28: A job. The above image is courtesy of Unconventional Collegiate.com