Author: Becky Kjelstrom

End of Days

A drabble

“I woke up, found soot everywhere and though it was Armageddon.” Cough

“Smoke and ash raining from the sky.”

“And speaking of rain, what about the hurricanes and floods?” Cough

“Yes, it is positively biblical!

“Sun to darkness, moon to blood.” Cough

“All before that great and awesome day when the lord returns.”

“Global warming, pssh.” Cough, cough

“End of days more like.”

“God will punish the wicked.” Cough, cough, cough

Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough…silence.

“Mildred!”

“She’s not breathing! Someone help!”

“No pulse, ma’am.”

“But she’ll miss the rapture.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

 

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Eclipse

 

Selene and Helios, A Drabble by Becky

Selene’s love is boundless. Her dark seeks Helios’ light. Her cold seeks his warmth. She wants him to see her, gift her with a fraction of his intensity. He is blinded by his own brilliance and doesn’t notice her pale luminescence, though she is so close he could touch her. He only sees the other stars, distant in the firmament, but matching his glory.

She vows, “you will see no one but me,” and envelops his radiance in her ghostly glow.

Her love cannot hold. He breaks free. But she plays the long game, beginning her obsessive celestial dance anew.

Six word stories By Becky

Wizard’s work, subtracting sun, revealing corona.

Shadow passes over the USA, only.

Selene in dominance, Helios in hiding.

Syzygy-sun-moon-earth in line.

Sun-Moon-Sun- equal werewolf confusion.

Six word stories By Tor Harper

Oh look, the eclipse! I’m blind.

Preschool lesson, don’t stare at sun.

Ancients said panic, Oregonians say party!

 

Power Grab

A Dribble

Initial approach at glacial speed. Pause… Little fingers wiggle, signaling the final catastrophic lunge. Unsharable toy snatched

“Waaaaah!” Preschool sister mind offended by greedy brother.

“That’s not yours.” Parental judgment leveled on personal property rebel.

“Waaaaah.” Toddler mind fails to grasp adult-style values.

CAW

Crow in Tree Tops

Raucous caws, black silhouettes against gray clouds circling without formation, guided by sky-touching spires of firs. She remembers last year’s ravaged corn. She remembers “The Birds.” They are powerful, smart and numerous. They inspire primal fear, admiration and covetous love. And arise from more ancient stock than she.

Image by Becky Kjelstrom

Physics or Art

If I say to you white is all, black is absence. If you say to me black is all and white is absence. Are we talking about light or pigment? Are we talking about physics or art? Or are we cheering the home team?

Decay of velvet
Heathens among the roses
Thorns, attar of dirt

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Geniophobia

a drabble by Becky Kjelstrom

The Grundvig chin. The whole family gets it. Dominant gene. My baby won’t. CRSPR is new officially not for sale. My baby will have a perfect chin. Money buys on demand birth and good drugs. But I still have to push. C-Section leaves a scar, visible if you go Brazilian.

Despite the numbness, I feel her coming. She’s howling mad. Mate cuts the cord, nurse wipes her off and hands her to me. I look at baby, mate, baby. My turn to howl, raw anguish.

The Wilson receding chin. Recessive gene. We didn’t correct for that.

Alekoraphobia

a dribble

I’m surrounded by them. This was a quiet urban neighborhood. It’s not them, themselves. They’re shy, well-meaning. The 24/7 scratching tears at my eardrums. The putrid smell invades my sinuses. I’ve sharpened my butcherknife, dreamed of whacking off their heads. I could eat the meat, but what about all the feathers?

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