Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 81.0: April 3rd, 2008

Rainy Day
by Belinda Roddie

A hallway to a corner room
A sudden draft brings drops of dew
Across the carpet, faded white
Then while the rain starts falling
The dew is gone
 
Coffee cups all scattered
The window drapes are tattered
Then one mug falls and shatters
Ground to dust upon the carpet
Faded white
 
The old man sits in his easy chair
His tabby cat curled in his lap
He’s got a strain upon his brain
He can’t relax, the raindrops patter
The silence gone

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since April 3rd, 2008.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Today's OneWord: Madman

Here we have the madman, standing at the podium. He screams threats and obscenities, and the meager audience cheers. They wear red hats and stamp their feet and gesture to the wind, taunting the spirits and daring them to change the course of time, to change the course of history, which never, ever ends. The madman is strutting. He's grinning at his prize. In perhaps a year, the world will change - the colors will all dim.
Read more

Today's OneWord: Statues

Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.
Read more