From prompts
An alteration
Torn to ribbons
Zipped up
Fashion walk
Nip an tuck
A brand new face
From prompts
An alteration
Torn to ribbons
Zipped up
Fashion walk
Nip an tuck
A brand new face
We wake and there
across the pathway to tomorrow
– the relaxed outline of a dead cat.
The sweet scent of rot
once barely noticed
is growing to a stench.
Something we have to deal with
before life can proceed
seems we need to clear the path
of political corpses
or maybe zombies
playing a longer game?
I coast downhill on a pushbike
wind in my face.
Behind me
the sound of an engine
A couple in an open car
scarves round their heads
passenger perusing paper.
Two cyclists pedal uphill
with a wave.
A vintage car passes
shiny, square and black.
In the sky I see
a light aircraft.
Am I dreaming
or am I in a black and white film
Italy, circa 1950?
No – just a treasure hunt, i guess.
A hot day in London
a shady cafe in the park
an expounder
in a Weird Fish jacket
projects his voice
to his quieter companion.
It’s all about karma
or planetary influences
and how to know her ideal man.
She nods and murmurs
in the face of his persistent
see-what-I-know grin.
At intervals this modern magus
refers to his smartphone
reads out a sentence or two
and elaborates, expostulates,
in love with the mystic spheres
and his acquiescent companion
but mostly with the sound
of his own voice.
we order and find a table
in the cramped café
a woman at the next table catches my eye
holds out a photograph
this is my cat,
he’s not a tabby
he’s a Bengal cat
he lies on a red cushion,
large, lithe and handsome
Nice one, I say
you sure he’s not a tiger?
I used to have two dogs
lost them in two months
one was twenty
the other pined away
Cats are easier, I say.
While we two eat we talk
of books and films and politics and life . . .
When I had a stroke,
they said I needed something to love
I nod, good idea.
Yesterday I found four cats in the house
all asleep – he lets them in
I say, careful, you’ll be infested with cats,
I’m getting an award on the 20 th
40 years with British Legion
It’s something to be proud of
We agree, but say no more –
I’m not too keen on stuff to do with wars
when she leaves
she says
thank you for talking to me
The best baking ever.
Published in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Near to the Knuckle, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, and Shooter magazine.
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