Walk Home | 100 Days of Flash Fiction – Day #4

100 Days of Flash Fiction, Short Stories & Flash Fictions

Prompt:

‘Walking back home along the rim of the galaxy’


A bed of thorny white roses lay strewn across the garden; the flowers spilled over the walls and the vines coiled in and around empty bricks, thick and piercing. The evening sun threw itself across the leaves, turning them transparent. Their veins suddenly rose to the surface, like a diver swimming to the top of the ocean’s surface, the frothing waves matching the tone of the flowers.

Two young boys stood, arms crossed, shoulders hunched, loitering outside what was usually a post-40 dominated neighbourhood. Their slumping bodies moved secretly, exchanging glances and hushed but cool tones as they slipped joints between their fingers and sipped in the smoke, clouds enveloping their faces.

One blasted reggae out of a boombox larger than him, and slid next to me, an intruder. The roses quivered under the weight of the music, and closed up for protection. I tip-toed over them but was grabbed by the waist of the second boy and saw the sun vanish to the other side of the world. He looked into my eyes and told me he saw the milkyway. I told him he must have seen the chocolate. He laughed, and didn’t stop.

One of the roses coiled itself around my foot, brown turning pink, and threw me all the way back home. As I was being thrown, all I heard was his laughter echo around me.

NaPoWriMo #17 – The Adventures of Cookie Dough & The Big Dipper

NaPoWriMo 2019
Time to move. Like, literally. 
I've been frozen behind the counter for ages.
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry - I've seen them come and go.
Meanwhile my chocolate chips have become
little solid discs and I have no idea when I'll ever get my big break,
scooped up,
that chink in the ice
cream.
But one day, once upon a time,
swooping down comes
the stars
the milkyway
the Big Dipper.
My body is moulded for Them.
I arch my back into the curves until They hug me tight.
I am perfectly round and pristine.
Now orbed, I orbit Their galaxy.
But then, the dizziness comes to an end,
and I find myself without them.
I'm frozen again,
atop of a mountain.
I proudly stand round,
my chocolate chips glisten under the
starry shoplights
and now everyone can see,
my cookie dough.

Today’s Prompt

Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view.