it was friday. and a list appeared. lists are not normally her thing. (part three)

wednesday (part one is here)

 

one sweet potato and
one eggplant, listed after the fact
of purchase.
one notepad
one pencil.
one cup of Russian Caravan tea.
one wind chime, dulcet tenor.
one sugar craving.
one lizard.
is that a sack of potatoes?
stop thinking about chocolate.
one ‘learning French’ app not accessible.
one ladder, with a hammer, on top.
one vignette of a tree behind a tree behind a tree.
one speech balloon wafting from a person passing
intercepted by thought balloon puffed up by farce-ing.
birds
rustling.
distant echoes of congratulatory applause, not imaginary.
one pale butterfly, resolutely flying, accidentally beautifying.

one letter discovered on the next page, never sent, of something forgotten.
one match lit.

 

Quite a while ago, this lovely writer: Fitfulfearfulphantasmal
did an awesome post, which was a story in list form.  She challenged me to try it and it fell by the wayside for many reasons. But I remembered it when I wrote this series initially, so inspired by the idea, I finally got around to this attempt, as part of this longer story.

Photo by Harry Cunningham on Unsplash

17 thoughts on “it was friday. and a list appeared. lists are not normally her thing. (part three)

    1. saynotoclowns says:

      I love these thoughts Rachel. I wanted to add a depth to their story, but efficiently I guess you could say lol and the list thing seemed perfect.
      It’s a combination of things that really were in my field of vision at the time, plus a few other thoughts…
      Thank you so much! 💕

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