Friday, December 14, 2012

FF55, 12/14/12, Thud

        "Creee-ak- snnappp"
Jerk- with no
premonition flowing after.

Senses press outward
I held my breath,
but no motion followed.          

A few days later
" I am tired"
 My husband says.

A few weeks after:
"We need to sell the house."

At lunch last Sunday
his Mother at 88, smiles
"Would you move here ?
I need help."  



Brian Miller said... your sounds in the opening....and love how everything works together as well...opportunity...smiles.

have a wonderful friday

Daydreamertoo said...

Lots of sounds and movement in this.
Sad as we age we need to ask for help from others and begin to lose our independence.
A lot said in those 55 ;)

hedgewitch said...

Things follow a course we often can only feel, not comprehend. Cause and effect is always somewhere, but sometimes it hides in small things. Loved your 55, izzy.

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." - John Lennon

G-Man said...

Boy Izzy...
I sure hope this is Fiction.
Not much Holiday cheer floating around these parts today.
Most Excellent but morose 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for your great support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Nara Malone said...

The opening lines give me the sense of life events that grab and hold you in place. That sense of something coming reeled me in. Hoping it all turns out well.

Steve E said...

I suspect this is not fiction, but irregardless, an astute handling--and succinct--of several life situations convening...

My email only one which is working at present is
please re-send if you still have the old one--I never received it--truth! I always respond to those things, you should know that--well, maybe you would not--grin!

If so, I send you phone number, so if you ever here, I show you beach meeting. And a Starbucks! (sigh! guess you drink tea...)
Anyway, write back, I do not have your e-address