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Nightfall

Inky blue,
creeping westward
across the twilight sky. 

Daylight’s last stand,
but a thin band
along the horizon. 

Dotting the heavens,
boundless possibility
revealed in its wake. 

Rooted to the ground,
the dreamer waits
for gravity to relent. 

Written for Week #236 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Blue, Count: 38)
Photo: East Grarafraxa, ON (1997) / Minolta 800si,
Copyright 1997/2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Alternate Reality 4

4. Collision Course

She had planned for weeks, since the invitation arrived at the door. Her journey set on its final trajectory. Coming this far seemed impossible. Self-conscious, Sadie enters…

The space was surreal, marble columns, pastel accents throughout, the dull roar of countless conversations filling the air. Scanning she sees him. A shiver shoots through her.

It wasn’t too late; she could still turn back. “No!”, Sadie screamed beneath her breath, “How could I look in the mirror again.”

With purpose, she weaved through the crowded room, her realities together approaching from all sides. Trembling she approaches…

Part 4 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
Background Photo: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Mudlark Challenge

I had two trains of thought for this week’s challenge and was unable to decide which I liked best so I published both. Can’t wait to read everyone else’s posts for such an interesting word.

Surprise

“That SOB,” Elena ranting, flung her wedding rings into the river, “and with my BFF!”

Upon returning home her flat erupted, “Happy Birthday!”

“Surprise,” he said, “Dana and I planned your party for a month!”

Elena would spend the next four days mudlarking in the very spot he’d proposed seven years earlier.

Bridge Jumper

The heavens rained down all morning, the track soft and muddy. He couldn’t believe his luck.

Raindance was listed at 100-1. A longshot but she was a mudlark!

Never good at the ponies he’d drop every last penny to win.

Later, walking home he wouldn’t make it across the Easton Street Bridge…

Written for Week #237 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mudlark, Count: 52)
Photo Credit: 1: Hootiewam Boots via Pinterest / 2. Dalton Touchberry via Unsplash
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Autobiographical

He wrote some (bad) poetry in his twenties.

Now in his fifties and seeking creative expression,

He would pick up the pen and try again

Written for Week 304 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Toa Heftiba via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Alternate Reality 3

3. Convergence

The inflective and the reflective finding common ground. Pushing through the barriers Sadie had erected to shield herself from the trauma. Compelling the other to parse through every painful moment in search of resolution. Holding on to the others mirror so as not to fall.

Slowly, buried secrets begin to reveal themselves as she assembles the remnants of a fractured existence. Piecing together the broken fragments from her alternate realities, she rebuilds an identity almost lost to a single violent act.

Who she was and who she has become converging to bridge the chasm together.

Part 2: Resilience

Part 4: Collison Course

Part 3 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
Background Photo: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

The Lost Craft

Dale watched her grandfather rebuilding the lawnmower. Moments earlier the machine groaned as the blades crashed against the garden’s rocky edge.

“Pass the wrench.” Grandpa hollered.

Dale grabbed the tool from the kit running her hands along the time-weathered edges. She was certain her grandfather had taken this instrument into battle on many occasions.

The worn surfaces fit her grandfather’s hand perfectly. He wielded it with precision, as though it were an extension of his arm. Any hope the chores were done dashed as she supervised her Grandpa’s work. She knew the machine would be running in no time.

Written for Carrot Ranch Literary’s November 18 Flash Fiction Challenge. (Theme: Tools, Count: 99)
Photo credit: Oxa Roxa via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Alternate Reality 2

2. Resilence

Through silvered glass, Sadie runs her fingers across her own disfigured face. The tactile sensation of rough-hewn skin momentarily paralyzing her in place.

Hours spent together observing each other. Each movement, every facial expressions examined. Sharing scattered memories through the ebb and flow of tears and laughter. The swift punctuation of anger contrasting the softness of her lips in intimate moments.

A quiet resilience emerges as she begins to accept herself. Her lambent reflection helping to illuminate new passages through her own doubt and despair.

No longer impenetrable, the darkness slowly begins to relent.

Part 1: The Abyss

Part 3: Convergence

Challenge accepted: Written at Sunra Rainz request. / Part 2 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
Background Photo: Pawel Czerwinski via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.