Toad

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Yeah, I tried to make it look like a toad [EDIT: the Reader, in its toadlike blandness, ate my formatting! Try opening the page itself if you want slightly less of a disapppointment]. Not my greatest success but I haven’t got much time so, you only get a sort-of toad. Toads are just shaped like gross little wads with feet, right?

 

 

Toad sits flatly
His wide mouth stretches open
Tongue like a water balloon hits a flying insect.
Toad is a predator
But how can something so floppy be a predator?
Predators are supposed to be agile, wicked, sharp of eye and tooth
But toad is weak, soft, walleyed, broad and flat.
He may jump high but when he lands he thuds like a bag of mud.
Pick him up and he wets himself, really embarrassing.
His mouth is a bottomless hole
His stomach eternally stretches
And when he sings
All he says is
brrap             brrap

 

 

 

 

The Gift you Share

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In response to the prompt by Singledust at GoDogGo Cafe.

For the record, this isn’t the best gift I give my friends (I really hope not). I’m probably not a great gift giver, because when I thought back, all I could remember were things I’d received. Also, this was the first thing I thought of that wouldn’t come across too sappy.

 

 

 

Hannah is back from a trip.

She hands me a little jar of jam as a souvenir,

Shy and anxious.

“Do you like it?”

 

We are at an outdoor festival

But I am not feeling well, so I choose to sit down under a shady tree.

My sisters look worried.

“Can we bring you anything?”

 

Visiting at my dad’s house

Our stepmother has never had daughters before now.

She is unsure about her new role.

“Can I take you all out for a girls’ day?”

 

To receive

To let someone else make you happy

Is also a gift

 

 

 

 

How I Feel Today: Squirrel Bird

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Hannah is thinking of blogging. Everyone start following her so she feels like she has to maintain her page. She’s the best person ever and you won’t regret forcing her into this.

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I’m a visual person – I love achieving the perfect expression in a drawing. Capturing the very essence of the feeling is important to me and a fun thing to try to achieve in a drawing. My friend and I started illustrating our emotions, and we title it “How I Feel Today”. On this particular day I felt unsure and confused, but not in a negative way – and in my mind this translated to being half squirrel and half bird. Confused? Me too!

squirrel bird

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Doomed to Repeat

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This is almost entirely based on a bad dream I had. A little sci-fi/horror/I don’t know what. Interpretations are welcome, if you dare plumb the depths of my psyche.

 

 

He looked at his watch. “It’s almost time,” he said.

The kids groaned and put down their forks.

“Come on outside. Come on! No dawdling, do you want to drown in the kitchen?”

“What does it matter,” grumbled the older daughter. “We’ll die either way.”

“Don’t talk like that,” the mother snapped. “Just… please. Come out here on the porch with me and hold hands. We don’t know that it could be the last time.”

“Mama, how many more days?” asked the younger daughter.

“I don’t know, sweetie. Maybe until somebody does it right. Maybe until somebody fixes it. We tried once, to fix it. We tried building walls together. Do you remember all the people?”

The child shook her head.

“Well, it happens all over the world. We can’t get away. So for a while, all the people tried to get together and build a shelter. But no matter how many hands we had, one day just wasn’t enough time. After a while, we started to stay home…”

“It’s here,” dad said with grim finality.

“Remember, kids: if you survive the impact, breathe deep right away so you drown quick. I’ll see you again this morning. I love you.” She had to shout over the rumbling of the approaching tsunami.

“I’m scared, mama.”

“I know baby. It won’t last. It won’t last.” Knowing the outcome did not prevent her from protectively curling her body around the child, who started to cry. The elder daughter and the father stood together, gripping the railing of the porch and waiting silently.

The tidal wave took them.

 

 

 

 

 

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