Welcome our first flashfic judge, darcysmom!
Darcysmom is an avid reader and is proud to beta with Project Team Beta (@projectteambeta) and for several amazing writers. She has a husband who still gives her butterflies after being together for 15 years and the coolest kiddo ever!
Here's what darcysmom chose for her prompts:
Debut Weekend Extravaganza #2
“Wear your heart on your skin in this life.”
Sylvia Plath
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Please post your flash in the comment section below, along with your twitter handle and word count.
Staring out the window at the setting sun I sighed quietly to myself. Another day was done. The kiddos were in bed and my husband was sitting in his normal chair, a glass of scotch in his hand. So typical.
ReplyDeleteI was staring into the sky as the colors changed. It always amazed me how the day could be so bright and welcoming, but then when night came the sun went through a change. The colors came out and the sky looked like a swirl of paint. The prettiest painting ever. It reminded me that the sun always left us fighting. Those colors symbolized how hard the sun fought to stay up in our sky. Even when it came up, it fought it’s way back.
Maybe that’s what I needed to do. Maybe I needed to fight for change. If the sun could do it, I could do it.
I could change my life. I could be whoever I wanted to be. Heck I could fight my way into the navy, or a stage show, or even become a cowgirl. I could let my true colors show.
I giggled softly to myself thinking about those drastic options. But it was true. I could do whatever I wanted. I was sick of hiding my emotions and wearing my heart on my sleeve. I needed to let it out and show how I was feeling.
Standing up and walking toward my husband I realized I needed to wear my heart on my skin. That way no one would miss it.
And I needed a change.
Twitter: @TinsleyWarren
Word Count: 263
Here she comes.
ReplyDeleteEvery day.
Same time.
Same place.
She's everything.
Today she wears her favorite black sunglasses and blazer, red lips with a matching lightweight dress to greet the summer sun, and leopard print flats that make her feet look tiny-petite. Her hair's pulled up and she has a scarf tied around her head. She's a vintage-vixen, a manic-pixie, the girl of my dreams.
She crosses the street quickly, gracefully, a glance each way and off she goes. Her steps are confident, and I wonder what it feels like to know exactly where you will go, exactly what you will do. I can't imagine that sort of existence: undoubting, firm, rock-solid relief.
When she comes back from her walk, her blazer is in her hand and I stare at so much ink from wrist to shoulder that I can't see skin. Her left arm is covered in pin-ups: army girls, dancing girls, navy girls, cowgirls; Americana made permanent. They’re surrounded by flowers and bright colors, swirls and patterns that I ache to trace.
Her other arm is bare except for a heart in the bend of her elbow - blood red, pierced with gold, wrapped in roses - religious iconography that means so much more to her, and I want to know its significance.
I want to be significant.
Instead I sit on the same bench, smoking and watching, waiting. She walks closer to me than normal today though, and gives me a smile and a nod. I don't take my eyes from her. I watch her steps, the way she moves, and the ink that peeks from under the back collar of her dress as she leaves.
And like every day, I wonder what else is there, waiting to be discovered.
@sulliedsoles
295 words
Exposed.
ReplyDeleteThat's how she felt looking at the outfits, the costumes, she was being asked to wear. A sailor, a cowgirl, and oh my all this midriff showing on this one. Could she do it? She was no pin-up—no cheesecake. She was just a girl in love who wanted to do something nice for her guy before he left.
"I can't do this."
"Yes you can."
Gasping, she whirled around. Her hand flew to her mouth. Tears formed at her eyes as the handsome man in Navy blues stared at her. "What are –"
"You’re looking gorgeous, doll."
"Oh my." She fidgeted, fingering at her large, droplet curls. This was supposed to be a surprise at first—the shoot—and she feared he'd be angry when she told him about it.
"You're in ..." she pointed. The reminder of what waited for them made her fearful. Yet the imagery sent her heart into palpitations. "Should you..." He'd probably get some lip for it, wearing that out and about.
"Thought I'd get a few flicks, too. For you, baby. So you can remember me –"
"Don't say it." She was in front of him instantly, lips hovering over his to silence the real world reminders. She was constantly wearing her heart on her skin, but now it was in her throat. "Please don't. You're here now, that's what matters. Let's pretend it's just us. There’s nothing out there. No war. No trouble. Just you and me. Like always."
@lolosofocused
248 Words