Ripples.


You sit out here all day in your chair; throw pebbles I collect for you in that pond with your flickering fingers.

Why do you do that?

I suppose because  stillness would mean death for you, even more than you already are.

©2014. Habiba Danyal

Exactly 42 words for Yeah Write’s Gargleblaster # 158. This week’s question is:

“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”

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33 thoughts on “Ripples.

      1. I don’t mind Mondays all that much. Something about the start of something new, a sense of hope. Tuesdays on the other hand are the most worthless day of the week.

  1. Very nice – I love this analogy and the way you use a simple action to represent something much bigger. Each little stone, each small action has an effect. Great job. Thanks for linking up!

  2. Wonder if he has Alzheimer’s or is suffering from dementia?Is that why she is so bitter and yet resigned to his daily routine?A poignant piece Habiba:-)

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