When One Door Shuts… (Fi50)

https://thebookshelfgargoyle.wordpress.com/2017/04/23/fiction-in-50-april-challenge-2017-fi50/

Click the link above to read the bounty offered at Bruce’s blog.  His great prompt this month is “When One Door Shuts”—and I stumbled on a quote to share, before my poem:

“God never slams a door in your face without opening a box of Girl Scout cookies.”  Elizabeth Gilbert, writer

When one door shuts—

You’ll often be led

To unlocked window

(Possible cracked-glass

Injury risk)

Small, above the basement

…Maybe you can squeeze

Big behind through;

Or in attic, high up…

Nearby a ladder

More/less stable.

Thing is—opportunity, destiny

Easily gained without

Some adventure

To regale friends later

Isn’t nearly as rewarding.

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My Lighthouse Keeper

100 Word Wednesday: Week 15

Image Credit: Bikurgurl

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The lighthouse keeper was my first love.

Everything about his work, manner, quiet brevity of speech—and wind-blushed cheeks—fascinated me, made me tingly whenever I thought of him.

When I’d see him by “arranged happenstance”, my knees turned to jelly, just drinking in his fine mature handsomeness.

I learned that if I posed intelligent questions, I could keep him talking an hour, more.

Often I asked about astronomy, mythology, sailing, art—for he was a man formerly of the sea, who painted canvases in his leisure.

The lighthouse keeper was my only love.  His ghost comes on the fog.

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A Little Pretty Light

Three Line Tales, Week 64

photo by Nick de Partee via Unsplash

Just a little pretty light…

Not too bright, to hurt heart’s eyes…

I, you…love looks much more marvelous, muzzy…

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The Wraith Poses Question

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/04/19/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-44/  Zoe’s Cue:  QUESTION

When the rain and thunder subsided on the day she found the small brass key, Zinnia, exhausted from her inner emotional storm, fell into a hard sleep on her lumpy sofa—only to be wakened at periwinkle dawn as the tap-tapping returned, along with strains of melody from the antique music box.

Weary to her marrow, she refused to open her eyes; perhaps if she learned to ignore the insanity which made up the ambiance of her new home, it might eventually disperse…slip out a partially opened window on the freshening April breeze.

But the tap-tapping increased in tempo, volume, and the music box tune began to sound familiar—could it really be “Recuerda Me” (Remember Me)?

The beautifully haunting love song’s plea—too recent to have been crafted with the antique box—played in stark contrast to the exigent tap-tapping; and yet, pondering the context, she perceived a possible…dizzying…connection.

Rising from the couch, walking toward the kitchen, she bumped her hip painfully against the bookcase—which caused the tap-tapping and music to cease abruptly.

Stifling a curse in the blessed silence, she realized her hip action had caused a bottom drawer to come unstuck, revealing a peek of folded onionskin stationery…Zinnia cautiously reached for it, smoothed it open, and read a single bold-typed question:  WHAT DO YOU SEEK?

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Table For One, Please

100 Word Wednesday: Week 14

 Image Credit: Anjo Beckers Photography

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Douglas and I come to Ryan’s Best, weekly—occasionally more often, if he’s bent on telling me his latest genius idea, or to vent about whatever has him aggrieved.  Up or down, Douglas is loquacious; I suspect he’s bi-polar. 

Certainly he’s egocentric, narcissistic—though usually likeable.  He believes himself possessed of superb mental health…because his therapist finds him “fascinating”.

He talks on and on, and I employ my ability to appear engrossed while actually pondering a separate topic entirely—specifically the next table, the old gentleman always sitting alone.  Wondering if he’s lonely, heedful, I’m tempted to join him.

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Speaking to the Shadow, Key

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/04/12/welcome-to-six-senfence-stories/  Zoe’s Cue is KEY

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After removing the books and more fragile-looking objects, Zinnia dragged the cumbersome dark bookcase down the hallway from the bedroom, into the living area—and all the while, rain poured and pounded thunderously against the windows.

“Sheesh”, she said, breathlessly, “is this storm part of the deal, have you been holding it captive inside your bookcase?”

She grabbed a cold diet Coke from the fridge, pressed it to her cheek, and fell backward onto the lumpy couch she’d covered with a laundered 50’s-era-turquoise chenille bedspread.

Her eyes pricked with tears as she studied the looming shadow of the bookcase—“you’re not exactly a comforting ghost, if that’s what this scene’s about; making me feel I’m losing track of my last vestige of wandering sanity, while I haul your furniture around.”

She brushed roughly at her eyes, struggling to contain her emotions—“maybe you had a hard life of troubles and an uneasy death, but my life’s been no summer bar-b-q, just so you know.”

Shaking her head, she felt anxiety’s stallions galloping in the back-forty of her mind—then she heard a soft yet distinct sound, something fallen from a nook in the bookcase…there, on the flat gray carpet, lay a tiny brass key.

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Keep Your Mementos (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 62

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“Did you take this picture, or did the camera slip?”, she asked with forced lightness.

He looked at her disconsolately, said nothing.

“Okay, then—I may as well speak frankly:  our relationship has fallen beyond hope of restoration; and you’re welcome to the photo album…my memories are sadly indelible.”

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