Photo by Tess Kincaid
Challenge from Magpie Tales
She settled her cloth
napkin in her lap
admiring the way the sun laced
itself through the kitchen window
the corners of her mouth curved as
she bit into the whole wheat toast, so
crunchy, just the way she liked it, as she
sliced away another mouthful of egg a crash
of glass behind her startled her, dropping her fork
she grabbed the air over turning her tea cup spilling
the warm beige liquid down her leg as a strong, hairy, arm
encircled tightly around her neck choking the life from her breath
~dkb~
12 comments:
Gripping tale in verse...highly visual words! Thanks for visiting.
Well...I didn't see that coming...and neither did she. Very entertaining story and construction. Good job. Vb
Versebender: At first I went blank when I looked at the prompt photo...then I thought it would be interesting to go the opposite direction...thank you.
Rekha: Thank you and you are most welcome. I enjoyed it.
I didn't see that one coming either, Donna. But you wrote it very well; I could almost taste the food as she was and was surprised too as I am sure she was with the outcome of her breakfast.
very well done!
betty
Good grief! That's my initial reaction, but in a very good way. Your language was so beautiful and your descriptions were so vivid, I was left a sitting duck for the end of the poem. Great work.
so that was the last breakfast then?
creepy story, well said
I was not expecting the ending on this- nice twist on the prompt!
Striking end-turn there, solid lead-up. Above-average work.
I think we kinda think the same
Yikes! Never expected that! Well done!
Anna :o]
Woah! Killer eggs! Heh!
Not a good way to start one's day! Great twist!
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