Lamb • “Tangine didn’t know, which was a lie.” http://bit.ly/cuiqdJ #100words
Flash & Micro Fiction by Llanor Alleyne
Lamb • “Tangine didn’t know, which was a lie.” http://bit.ly/cuiqdJ #100words
He calls for her as the shattered vase settles into a new cartography near the bed. A floorboard creaks. The day’s pangea just as changed.
Can I remain your lovely painting? Hung so high that you step back to look? Don’t come any closer, the details lack lustre.
[sorry for neglecting you guys. the literary muse has been on holiday.]
Iwawa #1 & #2 | Collages http://post.ly/xUy2
I remember the taste of my parents’ wedding cake. No shotgun metal in the rum frosting, but sweetness in the flour, us kids suddenly giddy.
Everything is new, including the squint & the absence of two front teeth. He’s still like a sparrow, flitting; looking for me in the crowd.
I sang for these rupees. And dodging the cars, scooters, the childlike wonder of slumming tourists, I find Rehka stirring dal by the road.
After this, will the kiss you plant on my cheek at Narita Airport become a scar? The sun is rising; your hand still in the small of my back.
At the juke joint she pulls him in, breathing as slow as she moves her hips; hypnotic, naughty, hopped up on gin, this place, this man.
Greer holds the chicken like an old handbag while marching across the yard. The axe swooshes mid-execution, feathers finally floating up.
There is no lasting peace, just days like this: the house warming outside in & Sam, his bare feet on my lap, biting his upper lip & reading.