From
Deepa at
Sync with Deep:
Life_Less
you are
a mannequin
with heads high
and never cryeven amidst cracks
you are covered
sometimes with
full-length dress
or
stoles and drapes
semi-naked
with undies and bra
to brighten up
in the showroom lights
as a display chick
for the people to gaze
who sometimes touch
and
many times vandalize
for their sexual pleasure
because
you are just a statue
lifeless and headless
and no tears!!
(368 Characters…oops)
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Off With Her Head
“Mommy, why does that statue of a girl have no head?”
“That’s Alice from the Lewis Carroll tale, ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.’”
“But Mommy, where’s Alice’s head?”
“Oh, she had a run in with the Queen of Hearts.”
“A run in?”
“Yes, the Queen shouted, ‘Off with her head!’”
“Ouch.”
(278 characters)
From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Impulse
A beaded cinched waist gown with a swooping neckline displayed at the boutique window lures the nearly broke shopaholic.
She fidgets.
Taps her fingers and heels.
Checks her wallet.
Tosses her head back and walks in.
“Well! It’s vintage Valentino. One more splurge shouldn’t hurt.”
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From Willow at WillowDot21:
Mischief of idle hands. (Trouble in Hell)
It’s been very quiet in hell since the hotline went missing. Azreal was back upstairs being supervised by Michael. Satan was bored and decided to annoy the big man. So he sole Michael’s flaming sword and removed Gabriel’s head. Gabriel was not pleased and Satan was still bored.
(279 Characters)
From Shwetha at Face The Music:
The Righteous Kill
The priests prayed with sincerity. Their vain queen had met her tryst with fate. Her tyranny had made her forfeit her crown along with her egotistical head and all that was left was her stone-cold torso. The kingdom was left headless, but it was time for a new awakening.
From Schreya at The Midnight Sun:
Blonde
Stone cold from sitting still, I needed a walk.
My dress was pretty, the head was slightly out of place. Red isn’t my colour, blonde could be.
A woman panicked and called the police later, something about a severed head. She had lovely blonde hair.
Blonde looks good on me.
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From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Great do last night!
Was it?
Yea, I got completely legless. Had to crash out on Ben’s sofa.
Did you see me at all?
Yea. We had a chat early on and then you went off with that weirdo.
Weirdo? What weirdo?
That guy with a huge chopper!
I can’t remember a thing. Think I lost my head a bit!
(280 characters)
From Michael at Morpethroad:
Meeting in the museum came with challenges.
It was full of relics, which was good as she had a thing for the old.
It wasn’t long before she realised she’d lost her head over him.
Tall, dark and wrinkled in all the right places.
She was thrilled his creases fitted neatly with hers.
(277 characters)
From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
If You Can Keep Your Head…
It has to be around here somewhere.
That’s what happens, he warned, if your head isn’t screwed on right.
Sigh. I hate it when he’s right. If I can pull myself together, I’ll be ready for his gloating.
198 characters
From Leena at Soul Connection:
Mystery
“Who Alwz Move statue Frm Tht Corner Evry Mrng?”
At Nite She Locked Door n Hid Behind Wall.
Midnite She Heard Door Unlock Frm Inside
“HWZ THT PSBL.Headless Statue Mvng 2wrds Road”
She Followd Statue,It stopped n Turned 2wrds Her.Scared She Freezed
“You Knw Whr Is My Head?”
She Fainted.
From Anurag at Jagadilmein:
The Master Sculptor
The troll king had warned me while commissioning the statue that it had to be in his exact likeness, or he would lose his head, and I, mine.
I think I’ve done a fairly good job of it, don’t you? That bottle of rum that I drank to keep me awake while I worked surely helped a lot.
280 characters
From Indhu at Always:
The Show Stopper
Jay took a final look at his show stopper dress.
“It looks perfect.”
“Clean the place”, he shouted at his wife as he walked out of his workshop.
Next day, the local police looked at the mannequin,
“Are you sure that your wife was wearing these dirty clothes before she went missing?”
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From Deb at Twenty Four:
She had been jibbed. The ad had said the dress was a classic, stylish and in perfect condition.
The first she was dubious about … the second she wouldn’t even discuss.
She smiled, no harm done though, it was for Halloween anyway and she could always demand a refund later.
(273 characters)
From Sascha at Microcosm Explored: (Follow the link to ready the longer version at Sascha’s blog.)
Borrowed and Blue
“It’s okay,” he says.
“The wedding’s ruined.”
“I’m not marrying a dress. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
His expression says his words are true. I swallow hard.
“You’re my everything.”
I fall in love all over again.
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Thank you everyone for joining in this week. It was a strange photo. And not to be outdone, you all stepped up to the challenge with some very creative takes. This week’s photo is by markusspiske at Pixabay.com. There is a hint of a silhouette through the rain splattered glass. What’s with that? Or your tale could be a melancholy dirge about the rain. Or it could be the conversation of people who are inside looking out. Really, it can be about anything you imagine. I think that’s why I love this photo. I know you all well enough to know you are up to the task in 280 characters or less…
(‘Why does she always write that?’ you might be thinking. Well, I mention those pesky 280 characters, because occasionally someone gets REALLY inspired and writes a short story. Of course I LOVE short stories too, but I just don’t have the space on this post to include stories longer than a tweet. I really do like having them all here all in one stream for everyone to read at the round ups. If you do decide to forgo the character limit, never fear. I always post a link to your blog. I like to recognize everyone who has taken the time to link their stories tweet-sized or longer).
At any rate…the main thing is to have fun, sink or swim…come hell or high water…let the floodgates open…let it pour…okay, okay…I’ll stop. I’ll see you at the round up next week…if the good Lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise…I’m stopping…really. 🙂
Twittering Tale #95 – Raindrops on Glass – 31 July 2018
Photo by markusspiske at Pixabay.com
Stranded
“He’s just standing there. Should we call the police?”
“It won’t do any good. The bridge is washed out.”
“Well it’s just creepy.”
“Wait! Where is…? I don’t see him!”
“Did you lock the door?”
“Looking for someone?” said a deep voice from behind.
“Oh my god, Joe. Don’t ever…Joe?!”
~kat
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