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My childhood scar was itching furiously as the attic door creaked open. And there they were.
In the slender rays seeping through the grimy skylight: five generations of skulls... of Wills.
I scraped at my brow.
From old granny Will top left to the one nearest.
With the scarred forehead...
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5 comments:
Should submit your short-short story to Susie's No Damn Blog'.
Mais, chère Marilyn... That's what inspired me to write it like that - 50 words exactly: count 'em! :-D
Sab: You've inspired me: Here's my 50 word flash poem:
10 little skulls wait in a row
lined up in the wings for a minstral show
reminding me, with their hard, empty heads
life best be gained not sulking in bed
so wake up dear brain while you have time
and write me a mystery to go with this crime.
Hi Claudia - that's great. Poetry from you... what more could one want?! ~ :-S
Well, have always LOVED your photog; and your current game is fun, allows me to pretend I'm in Paris anyway!
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