Colors have connotations. They imply. Your voice, tinged with ochre, reflects the westward sky and I think of endings. I deflect, offer up my blue eyes, distant and deep as night. You smile.
That wasn’t what I meant.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra prompt:
Plenty of times over the past two and a half years, we’ve given you the beginning of a story and asked for you to complete it. This time, we are giving you the end, and we are asking you to start it for us. We want 33 words in addition to and preceding the following:
That wasn’t what I meant.
So, to clarify, you write 33 words and then you tag on the five that we’ve given you. Our five come after your 33 for a grand total of 38.
You have always been content to let the minnows dazzle you with their bright glinting. How myopic. Where you see fish, I see stars drifting across the deep inverted basin of the sky.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt:
This weekend we’re asking you to add thirty of your own words to the following three words for a total of thirty-three: myopic, dazzle, basin.
He would love me were it not for you. King or Champion, husband or lover? Forgive my lack of sympathy, that you must choose. Choose and have done, and let my heart break.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt, in which the editors asked us for 33 words about a famous trio.
This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is community-judged! For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge (starting at 5:00 PM Pacific/8:00 PM Eastern on Sunday), voting will be enabled on links. In order to vote, return to the Trifecta Writing Challenge site where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite posts. You can vote for up to three!
Moonlight on the snow
Reflecting through our window.
Your pillow, untouched.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt, in which the editors asked us for a haiku: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively.
I know haikus aren’t supposed to rhyme; that’s just how the words fell into place. I hope it’s no less enjoyable for that.
We are no longer young. Memories lose their sharp edges. Seasons spill over, one into the next, and slide away. The only constant is how my heart leaps when your gaze meets mine.
It’s been 18 years since the picture above, and she hasn’t changed an iota. 🙂
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors asked us for exactly 33 words of soul-soaring happiness inspired by this photo project by Eirik Solheim.
This week’s challenge is community-judged! If you like my little piece, please visit the Trifecta site on Sunday starting at 5:00 PM US Pacific (8:00 US PM Eastern) to vote for your three favorites. I highly encourage you to read the other entries – there are some remarkably talented writers over there.