Friday Flash Fiction: Fragments
Another experiment this week. Hope you like:
Fragments
By Neil Beynon
Watch: scuffed glass on flimsy leather, hands frozen.
Boots: sculpted in shadow, dust gathering in the creases.
Sheet: stains no detergent will shift.
Book: pages half thumbed, half abandoned, spine broken falling open at a folded corner.
Keys: worn metal hanging from decaying metal.
Mug: cracked glaze, half remembered liquid; still and unmoving like cold blood.
Mobile: phone alone on a sea of wood – no signal.
Brush: strands between plastic teeth, a faint familiar smell.
Moment: chained in gloss, imprisoned in glass and wood never to come again.
You: gone.
Horizon: charcoal dandelions blossom on the horizon, smudging the sky.
Listen: nothing noise hisses silently on all channels.
Chest: something presses or the world shifts.
Memory: forget? Never.
Wind: warm, dusty and blowing this way.
Never: not long now.
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Interesting. Very evocative imagery. Are the charcoal dandelions nuclear mushroom clouds? I thought so because of the static and the warm dusty wind.
Thanks GLP. Yep, they be nukes.
Awesome! I loved them all! Favourites? :
“still and unmoving like cold blood”
“chained in gloss”
“smudging the sky”
Brilliant stuff, Neil. A really nice change of pace.
Thanks Miladysa and Justin. Glad you liked it.
Wow. I really like this. ^ ^