Tag: drabble

A Brief Romance

He noticed her first.  Tall and beautiful, she gazed about the garden until, at last, she saw him.  She looked away quickly, confused.  Was it usual to be stared at so rudely?  She fled into the shadows.

But she returned.  She grew used to seeing him, watching her.  He did nothing to alarm her.  One day, to both their surprise, she smiled.

They talked all summer, about their hopes, fears, eventually about their future together.  But in their swift slide into love, they forgot one thing.

                                 *****

“Honey, it’s time to bring the garden decorations in.  It’s going to freeze tonight.”

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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V1.2 after V6

Thought MazeWhen I read her stories, as I do, at times obsessively, I become uncomfortable with the way she seems mired in her awareness of her own consciousness, her self-conscious awareness of herself and I wonder, uncomfortably, if I am mired in her self-consciousness or if she is mired in my awareness of my consciousness, my self-conscious awareness of how I am obsessively mired in her stories.

Image by Harrison Fulop

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.

Art

They like viewing art together.  They go to the museum or a new gallery and view the art.  They talk about it, there, at the museum or gallery and later, in a coffee shop or restaurant or while walking down the street or even late at night, at home.  They discuss and dissect the art they’ve viewed together, what they liked or didn’t like, how it made them feel.  Looking at art is one of the things they enjoy doing together, in public.

There are other things they enjoy doing together, but those things cannot be done in public.

Image by Steven Tannenbaum