Oct 29th – Clinky and Clanky

11.15 – 11.25

October 29th– Clinky and Clanky

She named them for the sound they made
when they walked: first a clink,
like loose change, or a light chain
unwinding.

The second was harsher, severe
almost, a clank of mistimed gears
or a cutlery drawer, shaken,
upsetting the spoons.

They kept her company, through the days
when people were in short supply
and the words that her mouth formed
were strangers.

She would sit on the floor, in darkness,
in semi-darkness, and in the hours
when the sun made stripes of shadows
and dissolved the ambiguities of corners,

and tell them stories, wordlessly,
in which they were actors,
uncomplaining, pushed across surfaces
and turned into parts

of something bigger than they were.
Their sounds were dialogue;
pain, joy, hope, despair,
their shapes danced to her touch.

As she grew, and the language
society demanded made strange
shapes of her mouth, and moulded
her thoughts, they moved less

through the narratives of her days,
and dust fell where her fingers left
no mark. She taught herself to fit,
to evolve, to do the things

they told her were right,
and in a corner of a lonely room,
the things that once were everything
sit still.

Daily prompts  from Putting My Feet In The Dirt 

Clinky and Clanky 29th October

Clinky and Clanky were twin robots they did everything together like eating, sleeping and they even lived together. Until one day a toy  maker  came to the house and the owner sold Clanky to the toy maker. 10 years later they had not forgotten each other. Clinky had a much better life than Clanky he was fed well and got enough sleep but Clanky (the one sold to the toy maker) didn’t he was put on a shelf and forgotten.

About 10 years later they had got on with their lives and forgotten about each other until one day a girl walked into a toy shop and said “Can I have him please?” and bought him. When she got home she said “Grandfather, grandfather look what I got it looks exactly like yours.” Yep it was Clanky the twin’s eyes lit up because they were reunited.

The end

Daily prompts  from Putting My Feet In The Dirt Today I wrote from 08:16 to 08:26 and was prompted by the words Clinky and Clanky

Clinky and Clanky – 29th October

A silent internal pinch of her brain was all she would allow herself when she heard. Then a slight nod and she turned and walked down the stairs to an oblivion all too known and all too real.

Led through the corridors, seemingly endless, on and on she was taken.

Her thoughts were calm. She was forcing this calm, all too aware that she had time, the only thing she had was time. So much time ahead of her to fill. And all she could fill it with were thoughts.

She was – would be for as long as she could imagine – lonely; she was scared; she was outraged.

All in vain, there was no hope, no turning back. All roads explored and all cul-de-sacs.

She faced her fate.

The chains around her limbs were heavy and noisy. She was inside the vehicle now moving rapidly, but still the only noise she registered was the clanking of the chains, of the wheels, of the axles, everything seemed to mirror the awful clanking of her chains.

Arriving she was led out, even the slightest movement caused her to clank, and all around was yet more clanking. It came from the big bunch of keys, from the door and above all from all the other chained people, hundreds of them all around her as she entered The Clink.

A half smile crossed her face fleetingly before it returned to the empty bleak stare she felt she and been wearing for years

Now I know, she had thought, now I know what it is to be in The Clink; to be ‘clinky’. It is clanky.

Daily prompts  from Putting My Feet In The Dirt Today I wrote from 08:16 to 08:26

My other stuff is over on the Dead Deer Blog

Oct 28th – Abhorrent Apparitions

October 28th
Abhorrent apparitions

08.30-08.40

“O, come let us abhor him, Christ the Lord.”

That was the first in a number of high profile appearances of the verb ‘to abhor’ (and all its relative forms) in what can only be described as the wrong places. Songs of Praise viewers were treated to not only an apparently blasphemous outpouring by the ‘Carols at King’s’ congregation, but also by the on-screen subtitlers.

This was swiftly followed by the city of Ann Arbor, Michigan, finding all uses of its name replaced with Ann Abhor. Residents were perplexed to find that even permanent structures and official government buildings, as well as all documents, carried the new appellation. The arboretums of Barcelona, Lima and Santa Fe followed suit, swiftly becoming ‘Abhoretums’, doubly confusing the largely Spanish-speaking local populations because ‘Abhoretums’ is not, and never has been, a word in the English language.

These ‘Abhorrent Apparitions’, as they had become known, showed no sign of stopping, and even words that appeared only superficially related were also affected. Aboriginal populations became ‘Abhoriginal’, the Chilean footballer Arturo Vidal became ‘Abhorto’, and many other words suffered from the same linguistic shift.

The events of the Abhorrent Apparation phenomenon, as it has become known, lasted for just over eleven months before disappearing, in what appeared to be a simultaneous reversal to the former names of people, places and objects.

As yet no explanation has been found for this unprecedented and disconcerting event.