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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Deep!
I kind of felt myself there.
Thanks!
Pebbles in a pond and stillness- love that imagery.
thanks Jack.
Wonderfully imagery.
Or, even, “wonderful imagery.” Argh. Tuesdays, how you vex me so.
lol. i thought mondays were the bad guys.
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.
Nice imagery, and a good take on the prompt!
thanks Laith.
I like how the stillness of the water and his self are both in defiance of death. Or, perhaps, stubbornness? Good take on the prompt!
Thanks Renada. Its the power to disturb the water surface i guess.
great voice
Thank u so much.
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!
Thanks Christine! lucky to have such a n encouraging editor, we are.
Such vivid imagery. It really sets a powerful story. Very nice!
thanks jen.
Very powerful…stillness would be death for you.
yes it would. laziness is another story though.;)
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:-)
i imagined him as paralyzed. and she is her nurse. strange how i never mentioned the gender and still you got it right. 🙂
That’s the mark of a true writer -you made it clear Habiba:-)
that’s too generous of you atryee.
It is true:)
🙂
Habiba, this is lovely. Your description of the pebbles and the flickering fingers brings me right there. The idea of stillness equaling death is powerful and true. Karen
Thanks a ton Karen!
Nice. Great job capturing the sort of wistful, still anger that comes when one’s own body is the trap.
Thank you so much.
I like the ‘bite’ in the last line. Nicely done!
Thanks Janna!
Oh, that’s sad!