Strange day, somehow. Bird hits the window. Butterfly clings to my sleeve. Sun flashes off bright chrome, splitting my thoughts. Voice in my ear from behind. Then, the phone rang at 4 AM.
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I like that this whole thing feels like flashes, sharp. Almost like a dream. Or like flashbacks at the start of a book, which is going to be all about what was put in motion by that 4am call. Really good. Came from the Trifextra linkup.
Thank you. Your page, so different from here. No buses for 150 miles. However, long ago,I did want to chuck a rock, thru a bank window. My husband shoved me in the car...
I like the staccato of thought and "the phone rang at 4am" coming at the end instead of the beginning.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Backwards thinking, I am.
DeleteLike the pathos and implied conflict in yours.
Evelyn
I like this. I feel like there is a whole story about to bleed forth.
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Thank you. Yes, it could be. Yours about Hans surely is. Evelyn
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ReplyDeleteI like that this whole thing feels like flashes, sharp. Almost like a dream. Or like flashbacks at the start of a book, which is going to be all about what was put in motion by that 4am call.
ReplyDeleteReally good.
Came from the Trifextra linkup.
You get it, flashbacks, precognition. Thank you. Evelyn
DeleteEach image feels like a small impact, thud thud thud, until that final jar of 'the phone rang at 4AM'. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Too much charting, I fear. Yours, well I work with that.... Maybe you read The Client?
DeleteThis is great; so lyrical!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Your page, so different from here. No buses for 150 miles. However, long ago,I did want to chuck a rock, thru a bank window. My husband shoved me in the car...
DeleteStrange days, indeed. I love the rhythm of your response.
ReplyDeleteYes, strange. Or, just reality, and we all usually see only illusion.
ReplyDeleteI like the flow of your Bumblebee Chronicles. Evelyn