It was beautiful, big, round, bright, and beautiful, there was an amazing spectrum of colours surrounding the outside of the circle and the more she looked at it the more beautiful it became, bursting with incandescence, glowing with luminosity from the edges and into the beyond of the periphery of her vision.
At the centre was an almost blinding whiteness. The type of white brightness that would leave black dots in the centre of your vison if you looked away or closed your eyes. Except she was unable to look away. She was absolutely transfixed by the sheer brilliance of the lights, even if she wanted to, even if she tried to force herself, she simply could not tear her vision away from the lights. Sitting, in the middle of the road, utterly motionless, caught in the vastness of the brilliance as they came closer and closer, faster and faster, until…
Bloody rabbits, the driver said aloud as he sped down the country lane, swerving at the last minute in a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable, imagining the sound of crunching bones as his wheel instantly crushed the poor, blinded, bunny as he zoomed toward his destination.
Prompted by this page
One for a stranger,
Two for an old thief,
Three for anger, and
Four for grief.
Five for a follower,
Four for a friend,
One to seek,
Three for a sad ending.
Four she falls and,
Three she flies.
Six she can live again,
Three she dies.
Prompted by M here and today I wrote 07:10 to 07:20
Before you read, I would like to emphasise once again, this is written in 10 minutes flat with no preparation nor correction. If I had time it would almost certainly not be any better.
Transfixed by the Lights, She Never Noticed He was There
The breeze of nothingness led her around a chain,
The odour was faint, like something almost felt,
Blankly onwards and around and around into pain,
Stumbling, staggering, yet somehow always upright.
Staggering and startling the colours, screaming bright
Onwards throughout the darkness above, skewed,
Odours clinging and claiming her own sweet light
Breeze. One by one the emotions appeared and queued.
One sharp and clear; despair was seen deep inside
Clinging rashly, furiously to her heart, in her body
Throughout her mind, her soul. It wasn’t the lights that cried
And ending, nothing could shake her knowledge of shoddy
Endings. Never once allowing her to see, to notice,
Her own true self finally emerging from the cocoon.
Rashly she ran and still didn’t see, beside her; POTUS?
Sharp her ears pricked, No! T’was not Donald, but a baboon.
Today I wrote from 14:19 to 14:29. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here