You glide down a runway, ready to fly, to set trends, to steady yourself before the next step. A runway is a place to be looked at, admired. Get too greedy though, swallow the ‘a’ and you become runaway. Too much ‘I’, and you are on your way to ruin.
He hasn’t always moved so fast. In fact, his wife, ex-wife, would laugh at how he courted her, like a tortoise, she’d say. But he’d never wanted a hare. He wanted another tortoise. Like this woman. He inches towards her. There’s no hurry. He knows they’ll be together for ever.
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They follow you everywhere. Even when you’re walking down the street. They don’t even throw their voices any more. Or use that secret door into your brain. The joke is that it’s all so simple. No hidden technology. But how will you explain? That’s what they ask. Over and over.
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He goes straight to the destination, and shouts at his wife for focusing too much on the journey. Soon she doesn’t bother with how he’ll get to places. Not her problem. Before long he stands outside the divorce court, puzzling over how, when, why. She waves from a passing bus.
(I used to do these Fifty word stories the whole time. It’s like doing the crossword warms up thinking muscles – spotting something interesting, taking the photographs and letting the story drift up, then cutting back to JUST 50 words is a form of exercising my story-making skills. It’s been too long!)
When the first wrinkle appeared, she forced friends and family to wear pink-tinted sunglasses. It was easier, she said, to change their view than hers. But time kept moving on until she had to cover up all the mirrors in her house. Better not to have a view at all.
When I said I hated domesticity, he cleared our kitchen completely. We ate takeaway pizzas on the floor, laughing as we picked out the plaster dust, and I let him sweep me off to the bed he’d covered in newspaper. Afterwards I watered the roses. Tried to ignore his smile.
These 50 word photostories are something I’ve been doing a while. I normally write them – to this very limited word count – to accompany something I’ve spotted as I’ve been out and about, and which has triggered a little story for me. That’s one of the reasons I call them Snaps. You’re very welcome to join in – either on your own blog and link here, or by putting your story in the comments column. You can read more here – here
It’s not her fault the hotel walls are so thin. She’s almost looking forward to breakfast so she can guess who made so much noise. How is she expected to sleep? And with her meeting tomorrow. She puts the glass back to the wall to listen again. Yes, really disgusting.
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