A folder for my writing August 2017 & July 2016 |
standing with you on the ancient deck on our honeymoon, I stared at a bent horizon and you with the bristled hair, then suddenly, we were dumped under sea laugh if you must but that was the toughest part what was the force that swirled me onto the sand, in between your legs? a whirlwind growling in gray rain while we arose Chaplinesque laugh if you must but that was the toughest part on this island, a doubled presence you and me like the knife and fork plus a fish hooked on your adventurous rod, now stranded on the beach laugh if you must but that is the toughest part change is natural but not like this while I gather fruit, branches, and cook useless, you eat like a horse and smirk when I say, after the rescue, I’ll get a divorce laugh if you must but that will be the easiest part ============ 1. Prompt 1: You're on a deserted island with another person, a tool, and what else? What happens? ~ Story |