The Narrows of Divorce

Daily Prompt: Cut Off

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

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The narrows of divorce,

As listing ships passed

In dark of night

By treacherous shores,

And fog upon the weary heart

And mind prevailed.

Only the faint beacon of

An off-shore light

Guiding me to a safer shore.

I, the Captain of my foundering ship,

Abandoned by a fickle crew.

Yes loneliness, then, was

All I knew.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015

As Good As Dead

 

This week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore …

You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says 1682. There is a small window, and the view is nothing but open sea and a setting sun. There is a staircase and you can see daylight at the top…

 

Seems to me I’ve been lodged down here a long time.

I don’t care to look through windows. The sea means nothing to me.

And the setting sun? I’ve endured two summers below deck. I labour where it is always dark. When have I seen the sun set? What is a setting sun?

The light at the top of the stairs blinds, so I don’t look up. I am not permitted up the stairs anyway, so why bother torturing myself?

And the calendar? My lot don’t read.

I am used to the dark places now; used to dwelling in the shadows. Used to the filth. Used to scavenging. So, I don’t want to be seen. I don’t want the people upstairs to find me. I just want to be left alone among my kind. And, frankly, those others don’t bother me as long as I stay out of sight.

On the off chance the other lot see me by mistake I will make a desperate attempt at escape. If cornered I will fight back but am, as likely, as good as dead.

For some reason the people upstairs just don’t like rats.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy

©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014