Monday, August 14, 2023

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[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]
A Welcome Move
They were both country folk, Anslem and Gillian. Evening shadows and tree sillhouettes accompanied them as they walked the paths holding hands under moon bright nights.
He was never tired of their moon. However he craved city lights. His friends had written letters about street lights and neon lights and storefront lights. They had escaped the bush and they were working in government offices in town.
Anslem wanted a slice of that life. He had sent in numerous applications and was at the verge of dissapointment. Gillian though was a trooper. She told him "Don't give up Anslem; we will get a favourable reply soon; exactly when the time is right.
And so it was on this moon bright night they walked on the pavement;  traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm in the city street, with workers returning home.
© gillena cox 2023
[A Welcome Move #flash fiction]


REVISIT TO READ

given a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, in the same order and with no words in between, within the 144-word limit. You are, however, allowed to play with the punctuation.
‘Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm’
from Twice Shy Poem by Seamus Heaney
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 407
A HAPPY AUGUST TO ALL

You've heard about the Monday Blues 
well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 
verses

 
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Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven byW. B. Yeats 1865 –1939

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
For every Monday in August the Word is CLOTH Link up with one of your  posts where the word  CLOTH is present or the theme CLOTH is presented

16 comments:

  1. Nice one! Since you're named in the story, any truth to it?

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  2. Hi Lillian😊 I am not named in the story. My name is G I L L E N A.
    AND this tagged Flash Fiction.

    Much💖love

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  3. Gillena, I really enjoyed the gentleness of your story. The two of them had patience and now they find their dream realized. It helps when you have a supportive partner.

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  4. The final image is so very memorable. Thanks for penning this heart-warming flash.

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    2. Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

      Much💖love

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  6. I enjoyed reading your story, 'and they lived happily forever more.'
    ..

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  7. Thanks for your appreciation Jim

    Much💖love

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  8. I wonder if the city will be benevolent or show its true cruel face after a while.... maybe the country was better

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

      Much💖love

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  9. A gentle story, Gillena! I like to read about couples who are content in their relationships – and still hold hands. It’s interesting that Gillian is the supportive one to Anselm’s ambition.

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  10. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    Much💖love

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  11. Dear Gillena, you told the story of the two lovers very poetically. I hope they get really happy in the city. Personally, I would never trade the moonlight for street lights and neon lights and storefront lights again... (Tried both, no comparison.)
    All the best!
    Traude
    🌼❤️🌼

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