Tennessee.

day14

Today I am to take my cue from the first word on page 29 of the nearest book, and write a letter inspired by this word. So to Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire I turn, and to the word ‘Chance’.

 

Tennessee.

Dear Chance,

I saw you lying there, dumped amidst a pile of the unwanted.

Once more you have fooled me. I am repeatedly bribed by your potential, so I persistently give you away, even when I should grip you tight between blood drained fingertips.

For years you have been masquerading – dressing yourself in beautiful gowns that are ill fitting. It is a clever facade, one of trust, of dogma and desire, but in reality you are a mere consequence of these; you are what we stoop to when we are longing for them instead.

I thought I’d spend a lifetime incessantly giving you away, but I shall be more frugal in spending your currency.

Sincerely,

Laura Gabrielle Feasey.

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Absent.

Day5

The challenge of the day… to imagine you’ve stumbled across a letter that hasn’t made it to its addressee, and to create a story from it in as few words as possible.

So to the great Hemmingway for inspiration I go, incorporating this challenge with my usual Flash Fiction Friday series of six word stories…

 

If only they knew. He lived.

 

 

Flash Fiction Friday. Open It.

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Its familiar handwriting seduced. Dangerous love.

Day 101.

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Today I reprise my role as happiness huntress, and by doing so I am delving past the 100th day into a realm unknown. This cheery verdict came courtesy of a splendid postbox treat, inviting us to watch one of mother nature’s most perfectly crafted couplings getting hitched. This pixelated face is awash with squares of smile. #100happydays #day101

Day 77.

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Apparently I once had all the makings of Madonna with my high notes and low notes, a comment that even Mr Cowell couldn’t hold a candle to. #100happydays #day77 #tbt