Friday, January 8, 2016

The Thief



The Morgue File


He held her up, wringing out
those bits that she clung to
littering the sidewalk
with her shine.

Unfolding himself
he mopped up
and wondered how much more
of her he could find
hanging around the bus stop.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016


This is where a prompt on spontaneity took me today--unexpectedly dark write for me!



12 comments:

  1. Ah yes it is dark no doubt but it has a power of its own which is turn is alluring to the reader :D Thanks for your kind participation.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. interesting and dark. thanks for this.

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  3. I like dark especially when crafted so well.

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  4. I feel dark is good when the reason is good... which it is...

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  5. This belongs in some of my "dark side" short stories....gripping and exhausting, but hauntingly beautiful.

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  6. Some surprises can leave a body all dried up of its shine... Dark thief, indeed.

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  7. Whew! Painful to read....I can so well picture the scene.

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  8. Really well written, Audrey. I like to turn to dark writing--I think it's cathartic and allows our shadow sides to come out and play.

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  9. Brrr. I'm with Mary. At first, couldn't picture it. Then re-read it and found that I could.

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  10. Dark is right down my blood-stained alley, my friend, and you did it well.

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