Hanging on the telephone

I’m in the phone booth across the street. It’s trashed, but I’m hiding here. Calling on my cell. Why can’t we talk again? I’ll keep ringing! Don’t answer – I’ll keep ringing. Switch off the sound – I’ll vibrate in your pocket! But why can’t you answer? Saw your mother just now. She going to work? The store? All those things she said. I told you… Why didn’t you listen? Godsake. Pick up! When I don’t hear your voice things go… wrong. Can’t we talk again? I want to tell you… Sirens. Your mother’s called the cops! I can’t control myself. I’m coming… I just want to show you some… affection. Don’t leave me hanging…     © TheSupercargo The … More…

Insouciance

Though the world found his manner            self-satisfied,                 self-centred,      Narcissus                 liked to think of it as                            insouciance.         © TheSupercargo The doodle is based on a painting I found on the Internet, I liked it, but I didn’t recognise it and I’ve been unable to identify the artist. Any visitor who can help, please do leave a note! 

Through head-high grass

The boy was slashing through the head-high grass with a stick. An explorer, he was cutting his way through a jungle. The meadow sloped up to a little knoll. On the knoll, enclosed by a white spindle-fence, was a grave of broken stones. He was hoping to find snakes. Imagined them waking from their winter sleep, basking on the stones in the sun. But when he got to the fence a woman, who must have been sitting on the grave, stood up. Her head and shoulders appeared suddenly above the grass. ‘Who’s that?’ Sharply. The boy crouched down. What had he woken? © TheSupercargo The above was written for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction forum. The prompt: a photograph of … More…

Bottled Spirits

Yes. I know what you think. Same like all these… Same like me, fore I come here. Fore I learn. I think same like you. Yes. Flasks. Flasks, each with spirit. Spirit calling, calling, pleading: Oh! Release me! And you think: I free this. This. You think: Spirit glad be free. Him reward me. Make me – what – brave? Yes? Joy-filled? Rich? Yes? No! You wrong! Spirit give some, but him take too. Take from you heart. What in you heart? You know? Maybe spirit give you joy. Maybe give you woe. Bad woe. You weep, maybe you want die. Spirit in them flasks not what you think. No.   © TheSupercargo The above was written for the Friday … More…