Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Evil Eye

Leah's prompt: Write about an ink stain, real or imagined.

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Garh turned toward her and spit. 

“Damn, dude,” Jess said, shuffling back on her haunches. She lifted her hands and tucked her hip to avoid his moist projectile. “What was that?”

Ducking his head was a feat in their confined space, but he managed. “Sorry.”

“No sorry. What was that?”

“Keep your voice down.”

“Too late. Why’d you spit at me?”

“Jess, can you just—“

She shoved him and he lurched forward from squatting on his heels to his knees. 

“Hey!” His voice pitched. 

They both dropped their heads as the steady treading above stopped. Garh poised with his hands and knees in the vile sludge making a slow stream downhill. Jess could just see his grimacing profile, pinched and angry. 

Dude was too pretty for his own good. A little piss on his pants wouldn’t hurt. 

The boots above resumed their heavy pacing. Garh rose up off his knees and wiped his hands on his thighs, scowling over his shoulder, but then he started forward again. Jess braced herself against the grimy walls and followed.

“Serves you right,” she said low. “Shouldn’t spit at girls. Didn’t think a guy of your elevation would need to be told that.”

“Ah, so now you’re claiming you’re a girl?”

She was at a loss for reply. Jess was never at loss for words. She muttered, “Jackal footed monkey ass man.”

“You sure you’re a girl? Most women of any elevation wouldn’t speak like that.”

So said only everyone. If it wasn't the way she spoke, it was the way she carried herself, or the way she didn't flinch when a man raised his fist. 

Garh's words hurt more than she'd ever let him know. “I should spit at you. See how you like it.” 

He sighed and gestured back the way they'd come. “I wasn’t spitting at you. There was an ink stain on the wall in the shape of the Horned One. I was spitting to avoid his evil eye.”

Snorting, Jess glanced around the graffitied walls. She didn’t even want to guess what dripped down the decaying boards. 

“Saw just one stain, did you?” She said to his back and heard him muffle a chuckle. "You know you just traded one evil eye for another, though, right?"

Garh snapped as straight as he could and shot an encompassing glance around them. "What?" 

Jess closed one eye and scowled at him through the other. He tilted his head. She winked and pushed him again. "Move, monkey ass. I won't take offense at your words if you don't take offense at mine."




 

Monday, October 13, 2014

Moor Store

Leah's prompt:



“Just a little farther, babe,” Sam said into Enna’s ear, voice gravely in his dry throat. 

Enna was exhausted. She’d been saying on repeat for the last hour at least, “Through the forest, past the crooked rocks, over the moor, there’s the store. Through the forest, past the crooked rocks, over the moor, there’s the store. Through the forest…”

“I know babe.” Sam tried to soothe her. “Almost there. Here’s the moor, see?”

She skitter-stopped at the boardwalk.  They looked around at the flooded space. Something was off. 

“Too much.” Enna shook her head, eyes narrowing on the expanse around them. They hadn’t been this out in the open for days. She hunched as if to make herself smaller and her breathing turned shallow. “Too much water. Not a moor. Not a store.”

She started to back away but Sam held her elbow firm, not allowing her to retreat. Not after all they’d come through. 

“It’s just there,” he pointed to the little island with a shod hut sagging seemingly empty in the middle. “They disguise it to dissuade—“

“Let’s go back to the rocks.” Enna turned. “We must have taken a wrong turn.”

“Enna,” Sam huffed. “This is it.”

But Enna’s shoes were already kicking the scrub along the edge of the moor in her rush to scrabble back up the bank. Sam caught up to her easily and grabbed at her elbow again. She yanked away but stumbled in her overreaction. 

Sam cursed and exerted his last bit of majix to catch her. Curling her light body into his chest, he retraced his steps to the water. Enna tried to roll out of his arms but he growled, adjusting to her movement. 

“No, no, no, no, no…” Enna started in on repeat again.

The planks of the bridge creaked under Sam’s quick boot slaps. “Almost there.”

Enna shuddered and her voice deepened into a rumbling bass as she continued to writhe. “No, no, no…”

The hairs on the back of Sam’s neck rose. He leaned into a run. “Enna,” he whispered urgently. “Focus, babe. Now's not the best time to change.”
 



Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Outside Small, Inside Mondo

Leah's prompt:

My response:


Once I bought a little home,
It didn’t suit me well.

I felt I’d sold my freedom to roam.
My cottage I did sell.

I need to find a house for shell,
Blue shutters upon my back.
Poppies in my window well,
Then nothing shall I lack.

Outside small,
Fat black cat,
Inside mondo,
Shoes on mat.

Until I find a home like that,
I’m good just renting a condo.



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