Liminal

Who even knows what liminal means?
Reading between the lines, I know
that when you use that word,
you’re trying to impress me, to just brush
me with your intellectual prowess
leaving me hanging halfway
between desire and disdain –
I know you want to almost
touch me, almost arouse me,
leave me wanting.

This is for Sammi’s weekend writing prompt – 57 words this time, inspired by the word “liminal”. When I hear the word liminal, I reach for my revolver.

Not really. I just don’t think I’ve ever used it in a sentence or a piece of writing before, and I’m not entirely sure I know what it means…

The Castle – flash fiction

It’s not even a castle, just two walls and a narrow tower. A folly, mum called it, and warned me away from it, and the cool kids who hung out there.

I didn’t listen, though. I was thrilled when Danny took me there. I thought I’d made it.

I didn’t expect the fumbling hands, the panic, the fear, the fall onto the jagged rocks. And the blood. So much blood.

The cool kids have started coming back now. Joints like fairy lights, tinny music, and whispered ghost stories. I listen. They’re finally talking about me.

100 words for Sammi’s weekend writing prompt. 

 

News!

Regular readers will note that exclamation mark, and be aware that it means “Way-hay!”

I’ve had some poems selected for Dreaming Spirit Press’s next anthology, Love Letters to Selene – an anthology of poems about the moon.

Here are the links:

The anthology will be released on Wattpad in stages, between 15-17 June 2018. The link for the anthology is: https://www.wattpad.com/story/138596088-love-letters-to-selene-a-multi-author-anthology

 

A posting schedule has been added to the anthology’s newsletter on the website so you will know exactly when your pieces will be available to read.  The link for the newsletter is: https://dreamingspiritpress.wordpress.com/2018/06/02/love-letters-to-selene-anthology-newsletter/

Thanks to Sammi Cox for putting it all together.

So put a reminder on your calender! Or something! And sit back and appreciate my use of exclamation marks in this post…!

Fountain

The sun created a jostling queue at the drinking fountain. Jake stood his ground, though, gulping cool water from the spout, then filling his bottle. He’d seen the pale girl again, sitting in the shade. If he offered her a drink, maybe he could sit with her for a while. She looked thirsty.

 

Fifty-three little words for Sammi Cox’s weekly challenge.