Monday, 2 April 2012
C is for Cadaverous
An old man is sitting in the autumn sunshine. His eyes are sunken and his skin looks sallow and dry. In the chill breeze the legs of his trousers flap against his skinny shanks. Drifts of fallen leaves swirl unnoticed about his shoes. Two magpies peck at some discarded rubbish behind the bench. A woman walking past pauses, curiously, anxiously. She leans over and tentatively touches his hand, it is cool. A siren sounds on the main road, but the man does not stir. She waits a minute. He breathes a deep sigh, opens his eyes and smiles at her.
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Awww a nice human touch! Unless the guy's a zombie..! I just realised your c word! LOL! Take care
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Excellent! I really love good micro-fiction. So much in so few words.
ReplyDeleteLove it! It inspires me to write more little stories, or as Word Nerd said "micro-fiction".
ReplyDeleteLoving these little vignettes!
ReplyDeleteI think there is a real challenge in micro-fiction - so much to be said in so few words and each one has to work hard for the right to be included!
BTW - thanks for stopping by my blog earlier in the week! :-)
SueH I refuse to go quietly!