A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Impossible… is nothing!

A 55 er. Thanks for the inspiration, Solilo 🙂

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Come, his eyes begged.

Stay, her pliant soul searchingly reached out.

Fingers entwined, feet shuffling, slowly, heart thudding; slowly their fingers moved, apart, fingertips lingering, the invisible strings of love straining between…

The bus arrived. She stood, watching, a hollow curved within, in gut wrenching pain.

He left. She stayed.

And, impossibly, their love grew.

25 March, 2009

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Post Script:

This is what a 55 er is; information from Solilo’s post 🙂

A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

  • Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
  • A setting,
  • One or more characters,
  • Some conflict, and
  • A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)

Do try your own. I found it like a haiku in prose. Darned difficult, I tell you 🙂 So I shall excuse you if you deem this to be as silly as I think it is 🙂 🙂 With a cliche of a heading to boot. Lol!
But… and this is the most important thing… read closely…:)

I had FUN!

🙂

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Formless


He came with the dawn,
Early morning mist-
A hazy form:
vague nothingness,
slowly taking shape!

My long night was
nearing light-
I knew, the sun
was just behind him.

Trapped in my darkness
I could do nothing,
but wait…
Endlessly, it seemed.

I wondered.
Did he know?
Was that why he came?

And I waited.

Wondering
why, suddenly, the steps
seemed unsure
faltering-

And the mist grew thick!

Still trapped in
my darkness
I knew
I would have to burn-
so that he could see light,
and part the mist again.

Only, I hope, he will forgive me
for being formless,
when he finally gets here.

5 June, ’07