Who

Who

 

 

Original Photo : www.flickr.com/photos/s-a-m/398910340

Text & Adaption : Helen Midgley

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Can You Hear Me?

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I’m a random face,

In a crowded world,

A single voice,

That’s barely heard,

I’m a lonely word,

On an empty page,

A forgotten scene,

On a barren stage,

I’m a solo piece,

In a hundred strong,

A supporting act,

An unsigned song,

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But look beyond,

And look beneath,

Look around,

Suspend belief,

You’ll see my face,

And hear my voice,

You’ll call my name,

You’ll make a choice,

For I would wait,

A thousand years,

Just to be the voice,

That your heart hears.

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Photo Copyright : www.flickr.com/photos/gosk/2744043791

Time For A Different Tune

Wednesday already and the weekly rush to try and create something from nothing. Something that’s  worthy of the fabulous Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction (nobody dies if you happen to go over) based around the photo prompt provided. If you haven’t tried it already, where have you been??????

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 Photo Copyright : David Stewart

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She whispered “Thank you”

He didn’t answer, just lowered his head, inhaling her breath with his own.

She pulled back, losing her footing but his arm reached out and caught her.

He let go. She stepped back.

She put the gun in her pocket, turned, and left for home.

He watched her go.

In the kitchen, the acrid smell of whiskey and gin, cigarettes and loathing, lay heavy in the air.

“BITCH” hissed across the worktop.

Her first shot, a soft crescendo rippling through his flesh.  The second through bone, the crisp sound of cymbals shattering like glass and the third through his heart, one last beat of the drum.