The light
flickers
on the walls of her room
no speaking
no sound at all
escapes the screen.
She hears
the sounds of the city
traffic passes by
people speak then drift away.
When the clock shows
three eighteen
she pauses
to look in the halls
and hope
someone stirs,
someone moves.
No luck - Alone.
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Friday Flash Fiction 55 - go see Gman to learn more.
That's a little haunting. I don't think I'd be so anxious to meet up with anyone who'd be in the halls at 3:18.
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ReplyDeleteWOW!!!
This was fantastic for a first timer.
Hell, it was fantastic for a many timer.
Loved your 55 Young Lady.
I hoped you found this to be creative, challenging, and fun!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End!
Fantastic 55! Insomnia sometimes welcomes company; loneliness seeks it.
ReplyDeletenice. welcome to 55s. alone is not a fun place to be at all. nice 55.
ReplyDeleteonly a flickering tv in a lonely night...not nice...but your 55 is very nice..
ReplyDeleteSweet 55! Hope you continue to join in.
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Sorry I was late. Showed up at 3:20. Are you still there?
ReplyDeleteGreat 55 and thanks for visiting mine.
This is excellent. Definitely, haunting.
ReplyDeleteNicely done,55er, a provocative poem.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/
I can relate to that!
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