Cry me a River, a Sketch

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Cry me a River, a Sketch

 

“I knew I made a bad decision.”

Her mascara formed dark rivulets at flood stage racing down her sullen face, “Well, damn, just damn.”

My heart wanted to turn back but my brain said, “Step on it!”

“Stupid brain.”

“Wait, what?”

It’s a bum ticker but I like tossing it a curve every once in a while.

“Courage, mate. Simple courage ain’t that what we learned?”

© Lemuel

29 April, 2018

Daily Prompt: Rivulet

With apologies to Oz

Rivulet

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Vague, is it a magazine…

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“What are you reading?”

“A new-ish weekly magazine, at least I think it comes out weekly.”

“What’s it called?”

Vague is my guess. Doesn’t that look like Vague, it’s not Vogue,

the ink is a little dim.”

“What’s it got in it.”

“Stuff and things.”

“What kind of stuff and things?”

“I don’t quite know yet but I clearly have my suspicions.”

“Maybe they should call it Haze.”

“It rhymes. Glorious loads of adverts though.”

“Lemme, see.”

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© Lemuel

23 April, 2018

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Daily prompt, Vague

Vague

Luminescent and Fast

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“There it is again, just there, in the shadow of those boulders.” Brent was acting Corporal of Guides.

Marv was groggy, hardly awake, “What you sayin’?”

“It’s a light or a reflection, but with all this grey-ness it’s so vivid, luminescent even.”

“Luminescent, huh, this is the new you Corp? You’ve been too deep in them Pulpy stories, it’s probably ice reflecting light, light tricks is all.”

“It’s green and radiant.”

“Ain’t ice usually clear-ish? Here ya go, lemme get a scope on it.”

The light blinked once.

No one heard their screams.

 

Lemuel

4 April 2018

Luminescent

Foreign, re-cast

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“What are you coding?”

“A character trait.”

“What is it?”

“Common-sense.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Yeah, it’s foreign now but it’ll catch on.”

“How’s it work?”

“It cuts down on SNAFU’s.”

“You’ll be rich!”

 

Lemuel

4-4-18

Foreign, melted down and recast

Foreign

Explore

 

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“Try to take a few steps. The fit seems right.”

Explore the simple neural mesh controls.”

“Heh, the mechanism is lighter than it looks, easy-peasy. Yeah, I like it.”

“The design team went all out. Durability was key.”

“I’ve never had eight legs before.”

“You’ll be fast too.”

“Really, how fast?”

“We lose more test subjects that way.”

 

Lemuel

4-3-18

Explore

Quartet, a Brief Epic

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Listen well.

You have heard in times last year what played out on this very ground:

Four big kids hard-fisted, stout, blocked

The school roundabout.

Spinning oak, steel industrial contraption,

Dare-devil ride of joy, spinning sirens song elation.

Round! It spun the best of thrills, fun without end circulation,

Joker, the king, shouted “It costs a dime to ride; it’s only fair, amen.”

So the kids skipped to the monkey bars, forgot the roundabout, and then,

Paid no ransom to the quartet,  kept their milk break dimes,

Sang their taunting songs,

“Money for nothin’, spins for free.”

Rat, and Nasty, and Frog clodded after the king, like dominos tippling,

To rush the kids off monkey bars, hard biting and pinches piercing.

Brenda, No-Non-Sense, conked Joker’s crown right off;

The king smashed to the ground and wailed, for help and had none,

Rat, and Nasty, and Frog skedaddled, up the slide height in isolation

Too tall for the kids, far from their collective retribution;

Joker, deposed, plucked grass, eyes tearful promised playground peace,

Rat, Nasty, and Frog shot down the slide,

“The crown was lost,”

“The king is done,”

“We are gone,”

Three sped for the doorway hell-bent-for-leather,

“Time was up,”

Little kids are more than three and lots faster.

Brenda entered the doors at last

Wearing that crown that suited her best,

The kids whooped and sang, “Long live the queen,

The queen, best that’s ever been.”

 

Lemuel

2018

Quartet

Just Desserts

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“Are you making your lunches for the week?”

“Just the ones for Larry to steal out of the fridge at the office.”

“Why don’t you confront Larry? It’s not right to steal.”

“It’s okay. I take two lunches.”

“But he’s stealing your food.”

“Well it could be worse. He could offer to trade his lunches for mine.”

“How?”

“Larry brings terrible lunches packed in neat little boxes.  Think Kindergarten.”

“So he steals lunches from colleagues?”

“Pigeons won’t eat that stuff Larry brings for lunch. And the first three letters in “pigeon” are P-I-G.”

“He’s that afraid of ….”

“Absolutely terrified.”

“Be a lamb, take extra chocolate biscuits.”

 

 

©2018