wednesday

It felt so much like a Wednesday – porous and drifting…
It wasn’t quite cold enough to start a fire, which kind of threw him. It’s always nice to have a fire to work by, when the Wednesday dig starts.  But he reasoned with himself that the digs were getting shallower. Dr. _____ said that was a good thing – the need was lessening, you know, to build defences from the debris he found. They thought he was inching closer to jumping off and grabbing the drifting instead.

He wasn’t sure. He looked down at his journal. Apparently he had been writing in it.

those notes are soaring above me, but there’s blood all over my un-reach. This is the refrain. I need to re-write the refrain. I need to let it rain.

I also need to work on my rhyming.
Maybe Friday.

 

part two – he called her thursday

 

 

25 comments

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    Wednesday… the most suspicious day of the week! And not only because its difficult to spell..

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        Hmmm. Still trying to connect the dots… But this is starting to taste a lot like conspiracy. Either that or chicken.

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          Well, I just typed you a comment that disappeared…I’m about to go postal on my weird phone…
          anyway, you made a comment yesterday, after I said I had showed my hubby that one cartoon on your site, do you remember? Wondering if he was wondering who this suspicious guy was…

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            Oh yes! Don’t trust that guy! A disreputable cad if ever there was one! I suggest poking him in the eye, followed up by a swift kick to the shin.

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            As you should be! What sort of creature crosses a busy thoroughfare and then asks existential questions about its motivations…

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