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

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

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

 

Children’s Voices Blessed Noises

Noise

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Four children played a game, “Dragons and Hunters”. Some were Dragons swiftly flying arcs in the kitchen. And they swooped, both arms outstretched as powerful wings, claws at-ready. Dragons snarled imaginary fangs and unleashed bursting fire in puffing breaths.

Fearless Hunters hurled challenges at the Dragons and tossed their make-believe lassos at the flying beasts. Dauntless Hunters pursued their prizes and bragged of the fame they should have as Dragon Riders. Oh, such glory gleamed in their shining faces.

The circular chase and mayhem was thunderous in the children’s imaginary world of flying beasts and brave pursuers. The noise levels rose to the roof when the Hunters cornered the Dragons.

An older woman, a grandmother, finely dressed for an evening gala shushed them, “Such noise, be still, your mother will go deaf.”

The children knew to do as told.

“Children’s noises,” the Grandmother scoffed at their game; she was senior mother after all.

“Children are only little for a short time. I will miss children’s voices when they grow up then leave home.”

“I said noise.”

“I know. I chose a better word.”

Lemuel

2018

 

Suddenly Prose

Suddenly

Adverbs are one of the spices of life, a word like “suddenly” is so serviceable in prose.

Suddenly reminds me of a bird story that plays out regularly. I am a most irksome neighbor. Given the passel of dove that loves my yard I so often damage their calm and send them into full throttle emergency dove take off. The scene is a blur of color; they explode into the air, and make that tinkling bell sound as they gain altitude.  Off they roar into the protective branches of a pine tree still within sight of me, their heads bobbing, they eyeball me guardedly.

I have not become accustomed to their surprising aerial escapes nor have I stopped being amazed at how suddenly they forget all the bother from a few seconds ago. I hastily scatter some food and I disappear, then, they return, land, and un-scatter, perhaps still wary, and suddenly make the dove chow disappear from the grass.

pexels-photo-203088.jpegSuddenly tells how something is accomplished.  Suddenly soup is just not in my DNA. I admit one thing is better done quickly. Sticky bandages adhering to my mammalian skin I am looking at you.

I love slow brewed tea. I would be confused if sunsets were suddenly over. Floodwater suddenly receding from my door is fabulous.

Telling how something gets done is made suddenly easier by employing adverbs. Then, given a little time the other parts of speech can get to work and help the writer make something of meaning.

Jack Frost, a Nano Story 2017

When I sit still I can get an idea for a story or for a drawing. It seems when I am busy or driving down the highway I get more ideas. Used to be in the shower. Now it’s commuting or chopping weeds.

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The idea of seasons has the connotation of change or exclusivity as in “seasonal produce”. We must be ever mindful of how we alter our world.

 

 

 

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(c) 2017 Lemuel

 

Fables & Tales, Fox Amongst Hares

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Fables tell us about who we are and how we came to be. They give us a shared basis we can use to know more about the world. In many cases Fables tell us about the world yet to come, the passage of time, and our generations as a people.

Tricksters and jokers have been our teachers for many generations.

This painting is a design for a small engagement and it will be a stage set for telling Trickster Tales.

The painted set will be on fabric with suitable lighting from behind the painting.

I want to invoke a night telling around a fire as may have happened when the original artist made their marks.