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
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).
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.
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