My Father used to say ‘I’m sick of you’, I never thought the rest of the world agreed.
I wanted to talk, but no one cared, let alone made themselves available to speak.
Falling, I am free.
‘I’m over this’ he thought, methodically striking the keys; report then meetings and then another bloody report. Eight hours in the office-cum-jail, then a sweaty hour in an overcrowded train carriage.
Then, just as turning the key, felt like pulling the trigger on a gun … she spoke.
All he needed to last another day.
Right then, my life seemed pointless.
Then she appeared.
Moving towards me, she smiled and waved.
My heart physically skipped a beat, yet another day is paradise.
Right then, I wished my had heart stopped completely. She kissed the man behind me.
To his creator and father, he asked “why have you forsaken me?”
For the world, his blood in love poured out. He now waits for us paradise.
Blood sprayed from the whip. Crack! Further opening his wound.
Picking up another rock, from the seemingly endless pile, the slave mumbled under his breathe…
’I wish we could build Rome in a day.’
Her heart beat heavily walking through the garden, ‘Am I free?’. The hurried pace of her heart in stark contrast to the gardens around her. Vibrant hedge to her left, flower covered pond to her right.
Calmly, he raised his pistol; the blast destroying serenity.
The white lotus of purity, now blood stained red.
Written in response to 365 Things to write about’s word prompt ‘Lotus flower’
His leap delivered from danger, she wasn’t as nimble; her skeleton shattered under a force, indescribable in size.
Entering the house was bold, but worth the risk. This grasshopper wants revenge, to scare the life out of whoever carelessly destroyed his love.
Written in response to the ‘grasshopper’ prompt on www.write4ten.com