Been in a bit of a writing lull lately and feeling a bit under hasn’t helped, just a couple of recent things, but Merril ered up a prosery prompt this week that I liked though a bit of a challenge. Now prosery at dVerese is a 144 word piece of fiction that includes one line from a chosen poem. The line in this case “It all belies Our existence; we wait, and are still denied” from D.H.Lawrence’s “Winter-Lull” which is where this one posed the aforementioned challenge. Hope I used it well.
And this, unintentional but cool, happens to be a continuation to another 144 word prosery prompt that was also offered up by Merril, back in May of last year, The Black Hole.
He lay back in tall grass, hands behind his head, with a straw sprig dangling his lips like those renderings of old book covers watching seagulls (they were called) dart between tall buildings, over snowcapped mountains, straight through cliffs (with glitches) out around a backyard table of children and cake, over charred cities up into horizons angry busy streets of untold stretches of war, water …
“I wish I had one of those wide straw hats too, to go with this strand Marty … peaceful”
“Letzzzetetzzzmebuddlefiddlefixxxxsssses thingzzsssglipat Ssssszzir … oldoldololddzzzsszz vid stories are cracrascrasssszzzzshingtogtozobdgether a-a-mmm-aaa-a-g-gg-gg-gainnnzznnzzngain“
“Don’t bother (looking to a shingle’s thought above the visor) I have no skills for flight or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself joking irony come to life my friend. No, let them crash together Marty … a new ride, like of those called seagulls huh?”
“Peazzzzsssblipburpful”
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“Peazzzzsssblipburpful … Peeeeazzzzzffbbbfullllb … Peesazzzzssssefffullll … Peeasssssffull Sszzir … Peeasssssffull Sszzir!!! … canzz you hearezzz me?! … it’s Peeasssfull Sszzir!!!”
Groggily “Well, Jesus Marty … it’s not all that peaceful now with all your fucking shouting is it?”
“Sszir!! Yourrrrr’re stillll therez, thhhanks goooodnesszz!!”
“Any idea where we are Marty?”
“Noze ccccluuuee Sszzir!”
“Why does it sound like you’re happy with this?”
“Beccccaaausszzzze weee’re sstills here, noooo mmatttttersszz wherezzz its issss”
“Well, that’s a good point Marty” he said taking measure of the cockpit of his ship somehow still intact, nonsensical readings on the controls and an even less sensical view out the viewport “that is a very good point … I think”
“Youzz thiiink??”
“It all belies our existence, we wait, and are still denied but yet we are here, in one piece Marty … shot through a black hole into … nothing?”
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