Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, hosts Prosery, when we are asked to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of our choice.
As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. Our line is“There are moments caught between heartbeats“
There are moments, and then there are moments. There are moments that make you and moments that break you. For a Warrioress of the Way, there are moments caught between heartbeats, like the space between raindrops filled with nothing and everything at the same time. Chalize stood in that moment, silent rain falling yet dry, heart beating but not yet. Her senses beheld her world in crystalline perfection, the glint of the sun on moonstone, the cool hardness of steel beneath her hand, the crunching leaves of steps approaching. Choices to be made, to fight or flee, to live or die. For a Warrioress of the Way life was difficult. Out here away from the temple though it seemed so very precious. In that moment, Chalize made her choice to live a moment more, fight another day. In that moment she turned and ran.
“As another year approaches, it is sometimes difficult to maintain hope for what lies ahead, though hope defined is really something of our own making. We can always have hope. We can always have dreams. This world we live in has progressed in countless ways but has also taken regressive steps, in my opinion regarding humanity. Often my poetry tends to dip into the dark. For me, the words flow from what I see as an obvious truth, a direction that our society has taken, without hesitation or contemplation. Today I am asking you to do the same. Dream with me. For this prompt, create and describe a “new world” as you envision it. You can write from a general perspective or focus on one particular scene in your new world. Try, if you can to avoid a specific political view. This ol’ world has been a bit lost for awhile now. The sky’s the limit. Maybe your world doesn’t have a sky. Maybe we live in the sky. Keep it simple or take us to Utopia.”
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the question: “I never mattered much to you, did I?”
All That Matters
Chinese dragons fill the air, flying high across the park. A child runs by laughing holding tight to the string of her kite. I laugh and tug at your arm to show you the joy in her smile. You hurry me along saying “it doesn’t matter.”
Tiny buds begin to form on the lilac bush growing tall and feral, the promise of Spring, of warmth and beauty. I call you to come and see, but you shrug and go back to your paper “it just doesn’t matter to me.”
All the beauty I tried to show you, all the love I tried to give you. Through a gossamer haze I see you now in your fine black suit, single red rose dropping into the grave. A tear slips down your weathered face. Why? I was never able to make you see, never able to love you quite the right way. Nothing ever mattered much to you. I never mattered much to you. Did I? I think it sad that we’ll never know, as I slip silently into the light.
A piece of Prosery for Kim at dVerse Poets. Kim asks us “to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of your choice.
As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit.”Continue reading “Light of the Pyres – a Prosery Tale”→