Microstory #235 – Too hot!

“It’s too bloody hot…” She groaned.

“That doesn’t mean you need to strip!” Her friend giggled.

“It’s still too hot!”

“Isn’t there anything else you could do!?”

“I can’t exactly take off a layer of skin to cool down! Or can I?”

Yeah Write Microstory #233 – Red

Bitter at first
Then metallic

But deeper than that

Pain
Anger
Regret

I don’t know anymore
Why I’m walking here
This battlefield
A lone soldier

So that taste
It’s familiar now

More than just a wound
I’ve fallen on my own sword

He’s everybody
And nobody

He’s as bright as the day
As dark as the night

Everyone seems to know him
And yet no one has met him

Everyone but me

That man in the mask
He unmasked for me

They are all wrong.

With sticky-tape
I wind
Around your broken limbs

So loyal
For so long
You held my shirts and socks

Throughout the day
And long through the night
You stood tall until

Crack!

Down come the jeans
The towels-
All my clean underwear!

His or hers?
Left or right?
Bright as the day?
Dark as the night?

Good or bad?
Love or hate?
You make that decision,
Decide your fate.

I don’t wan’t to choose!
A young child spoke.
Every head turned.
The pattern broke.