dagblog - Comments for "Scratching An Itch"

I imagine Mr. Smith is busy

barefooted — Thu, 19 Feb 2015 02:40:05 +0000

In reply to Barefooted, this is a fine

I imagine Mr. Smith is busy working on, among other things, his next heap of haikus. Let's not distract him!

Thank you for the kind words, I'm truly flattered and a bit overwhelmed by your encouragement. We should all do that for each other more often, don't you think? It might make life just alittle easier all the way around.

Thanks again, Oxy.

Barefooted, this is a fine

Oxy Mora — Wed, 18 Feb 2015 17:20:11 +0000

In reply to She followed him through the

Barefooted, this is a fine story. And I love your prose style---it falls easily on the ear. It moves, has a pace to it. And it's just remarkable to turn out a complete story in what is about 400 words---I don't think there is one extraneous word in it. I hope you realize the talent you have.

A successful abstract visual artist I know set out a planned program for herself, starting off later in life. Her first stage was doing monotypes. When I asked her why---she went through everyone's family photograph albums to find source magterial---- she said, because I have to complete the project quickly and it forces me to concentrate. I have to pull the print before the paint dries too much.

Just sayin' that if this under 500 word category works this well for you, push it for a bit.

So good on ya!

Smith, where the hell are you, Missy may be up for another project challenge.

Fabulous!

Oxy Mora — Wed, 18 Feb 2015 03:38:26 +0000

In reply to She followed him through the

Fabulous!

She followed him through the

barefooted — Tue, 17 Feb 2015 23:12:52 +0000

In reply to You have a "no carrots" meet

She followed him through the aisles, pausing only long enough to survey the baskets of fresh peaches when he glanced her way. He seemed not to notice her among the throngs of busy shoppers at the outdoor market, so keeping up with his leisurely pace was easy. A small giggle escaped her lips as she imagined, as she had so often, the look on his face when they finally met. And it was about to happen.

When she tripped, spilling her juice down the front of his manicured business suit, he laughed. Apologizing profusely as she dabbed at his shirt with a napkin from her purse, she began a conversation that would last for weeks to come.

He was everything she knew he'd be - charming, generous and incredibly kind. She began to trust him with her secrets, all the bits and pieces she had always been afraid to tell. Over time, he opened himself to her amid gentle kisses and pillow talk. She shared her dream to one day have her poems published, shyly letting him read them. He promised to pull some strings with his well connected friends. There were many of them and she knew all their names.

Slowly, things began to change. Subtly at first, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying to her. When she tried to talk to him he ignored her, if she asked questions he snapped in anger. The morning he hit her, leaving her alone in his bed as he drove away, she remembered the day they met. She also remembered the passwords he had once so lovingly whispered.

The market was bustling as usual, she could barely squeeze in to buy the carrots she needed. A wide smile crossed her face as she listened to the buzz around her - the news was spreading fast. Earlier that morning her boss had promoted her to senior political columnist, and she had treated herself to a new haircut. After all, she wanted to look good when he saw her interviewed ... she had become quite popular since she'd scooped all the bigger publications.

REPUBLICAN US SENATOR FACING CORRUPTION CHARGES

Heading back to the office, she was already composing her next poem.

You have a "no carrots" meet

Oxy Mora — Mon, 16 Feb 2015 23:45:36 +0000

In reply to Hmmm ... any suggestions?

You have a "no carrots" meet moment at the market. He's cute. Latte. "Im a writer". Send him the review in an email. He misrepresents himself, things happen, he's a shithead, you win in the end