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The World Is My Oyster – Flash Fiction

The World Is My Oyster

Annie sat with her mother on the porch of the family home on Apple Pie Ridge.  Rocking gently in the same chair where her father sat every night.  He had passed on leaving Mama alone.
She had driven most of the day through the Shenandoah Valley to get to the house in Winchester, VA. Nestled in the heart of apple pie country, she knew what would be for dessert.  
“Mama, what are thinking?”, said Annie, breaking the silence.
“My darling, I know you are a career-driven Civil Rights lawyer”, she looked at her daughter with a slight frown, “but when are you going to stop crying for the bleeding hearts of the world and settle down?”
“Oh mama, please” Annie begged. “The whole world is my oyster.  No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Vere Poets.
She has prompted us to write a piece of Flash Fiction or non-fiction
using this line:

"No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."

–Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

Image by David Mark from Pixabay 

Silent Scream

Silent Scream – Prosery

The rules of the conversation were laid out forcefully, explicitly.  He was not to speak or interrupt, only listen.  He was warned that if he became upset or enraged it would not be tolerated.

These harsh words spoken by someone who supposedly loved him and a person he adored.  These words so different from those of great love shared just hours before.  He was inwardly distressed but scared to show his feelings, fearing repercussions.

He stood motionless, staring, and unable to form a response.  He felt his usual docile temperament was pushed and prodded to its breaking point.  The hornet’s nest had been poked for the last time. His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream that his mouth unintentionally released.  He did not hear his words only of their delivery.  He grasped at the air trying to pull them back, but it was too late.


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing © 

Bjorn is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Challenge tonight and has prompted us with a line from Maya Angelou’s famous poem “Caged Bird

The line we must include in this challenge is: his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream. The Prosery piece should be exactly 144 words excluding the title.

Image by Layers from Pixabay

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