Chaos at the railway station

may 21 2008



Prompts are:
Delayed
Edge
Focus

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CHAOS AT THE RAILWAY STATION

She could hardly hear the announcement.
People around her created a chaos of noise in the heart of the underground city.
She was supposed to catch a train.
Away from this place, away from the center of a possible chemical attack.

So many people carrying bags and putting them on the ground, that she couldn't even see which one was left behind and which one would be picked up again.

The light reflected in the chrome of the handles of the stairs and doors.
What did the women say? Was her train delayed?

A new group of people were spit out by a train.
They pushed her aside and their bags touched her legs and ripped past her hips.
Slowly time left the present and she was only tossed in space, through space... untill her feet touched the grey dirt that underlined the wall.

Like a blind she had her hand touch the wall when she moved step by step to the end of the pavement, leaving the crowd behind.

It was much darker here.
The smells of muck and oil managed to make her feel a bit more herself again. Like they stopped at the boundaries of her body.

The edge of the platform revealed a depth that would free her from troubles.

All she had to do was make a choice.
Either she had to attach her eyes on the little light at the end of the tunnel and feel drawn to it, or focus on her last step...



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On the road

may 1 2008



Prompts are:

Empty
Highway
Ignored

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ON THE ROAD


an emtpy haze of sunshine
crawls over the horizon
I'm on the highway

solemn distance of discovery
waiting to be found.

It's the bittersweet silence
of the bare borders
of a far too long
neglected love
driving me through
the desolate dessert

soon the red voice
of the setting sun
will spread it's arms
around me

I'm not to be ignored.
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three word wednesday - reflection

april 24 2008

I have't been around much,
so I have to make up a lot.
3 weeks of:


Prompts are:

Funny
Remember
Theatre

Touching
Visible
Stage

Picture
Reflected
Stop

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REFLECTION

I saw my picture
reflected in the shopping window
and stopped

it was clearly visible
my life was touching
a next stage

so sad

when the sun mirrored
in my eyes
and I headed towards
my inner self again

I thought: "it's funny
that I remember
my theatre years
better
than yesterday"

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three word wednesday - coma

april 4 2008

Late. Sorry.
But with 5 kids with the flu life more than blogging alone. LOL!

Parallel
Bounce
Mysterious

COMA


She drifted in and out of consciousness
like being on waves of a sea in an empty boat.

Vaguely she recognised a voice,
like forms in a cloud,
not attaching any meaning to the sounds.

The darkness of a thundercloud spread through her being,
when suddenly a light flashed painful in her eyes.

For a minute
she was able to realise it was not her who was living inside herself,
but a strange being
able to fly, unable to move her arms.

For hours
the afterimages triggered strange objects in her mind,
mysterious beings invading the quiet meditative state,
melting to masks and colourful identities,
like she was in a paralell universe waiting to be born.

Then silence came,
and nothingness,
for unknown times and ages.

Softness,
like warm silent smiles caressing her skin.
A wave lifted her to the sun,
kissing her skin with tenderness.


She did now know what made her
bounce back
into the cold harsh world
of pain and light
when her wide open eyes
started seeing again

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three word wednesday - Her Life

march 19 2008

Money
Tangled
Understood

HER LIFE

She was caught in the web of love
long before she knew the difference between drifting carelessly on attention
and enjoying the comfort of a soulmate.
She lost herself in his refined playfulness,
untill he took her childhooddreams and everything she could become.
In a last fragile attempt to gain control for those she loved
she asked him for money to buy a crib with dreamy lace and fluff,
but all she got was a second hand bed that collected her tears.

Untill that morning, when she found her baby,
tangled between the sheets and the blanket,
like nature had woven a cloth to show her her fate.

The blue-grey face rested in her hands
when suddenly she understood that nature paints the stories of lives
with large strokes on the canvas of the earth.

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three word wednesday - The Fire

march 12 2008

Apartment
Began
Numb

THE FIRE

Lying, he was.
Lying!

She knew the doctor wouldn't tell the truth right from the first moment he entered the long corridor.

He straightened his white coat, put glasses higher on his nose, and just before he saw her, he quickly moved his hand through his hair.

She didn't want to watch him moving towards her.
It was too much of a moviescene.
So she started to walk...

"He's doing rather well, considering the circumstances.
I expect he'll be intubated at least a day, so his airways can heal a bit.
We'll keep him sedated, so he won't feel any pain."

"Sedation doesn't keep away the pain, it prevents a reaction to it", she said, and she felt the emotions move away a bit.
Logics and critical remarks always gave her a feeling of being in control.

He agreed and told her that morphine was involved too.

They both walked back to the intensive care, and she saw flashes of the fire in the apartment.

When she arrived there was already smoke everywhere, but she didn't expect it to come from his apartment.
She thought there was a fire again at the place of the old lady, so she turned the key and opened the door.
A flame almost caught her, but she moved back, and then saw his body like he'd been waiting at the door.
Hiding behind her briefcase she managed to get his hand and pul him out.
He was still covered in little flames when the firefighter tried to push her away.
But already she was throwing her coat on him.

She was taken outside, coughting and gasping for breath. Completely overtaken by a strange chaos of feelings.

Now she felt numb.

"Here he is", the doctor said, and she realised he'd been speaking to her all the way down the corridor, in the elevator and even when they passed some nurses to this little room.

She looked at the body, the instruments and at her own burned hand slowly touching his.

"You can talk to him", the doctor said, "he'll hear you, and it'll do him a world of good."
She realised that now the lying truly began.

This was just a body, a breathing machine and some bare words, trying to comfort her, so she would go home and sleep.
Then tomorrow they would call and tell her he died during the night.

She tried to feel him, but it was like no souls could meet.

"He's already dead.
There's no need to fool ourselves." She slowly said.


Again she entered the corridor.
It was endless now.

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three word wednesday - child soldier

march 6 2008

Rest
Sidewalk
Twice

CHILD SOLDIER


Let me rest at the sidewalk of life for a while
make nature embrace me
with silence and sun

He passed me twice
almost without noticing me
before he put his stengun at my head

the frailty of excistence
trembling at the horizon

I was sitting there
not moving
only the silence
and his tweaking shoe

I looked at him
saw the world reflecting in his eye
and me

a child now he passed on

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three word wednesday

February 27 2008

Apology
Consider
Distant

Without apology
the sun ended the day
as a large red balloon

I could feel the last air
touch my face

the distant moon
didn't even consider
to protect me from the dark

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three word wednesday

February 20 2008



Punch
T-shirt
Unravel


All the evidence that was found on the crime scene was a punch press. Without fingerprints.
Even though he was a detective for 20 years now, he wasn't able to solve THIS case.
He felt like hitting his head against the wall, but the thought of getting even more insane prevented him from getting attention from the whole department.

Taking leave and have others deal with this case wasn't an option either.
So he scratched his head, threw the pencil on his desk and walked to the coffee-machine.

While he waited for the hot water to mix with the coffeepowder he felt someone approaching.
It was a young woman... a girl. Looking like she'd just escaped from the sixties.
He stepped aside and watched her pressing the button for hot chocolate.

She turned to him and smiled.

There was something familiar in his face. "Maybe she's the daughter of a collegue", he thought.

When she took the chocolate out of the machine his eyes caught a tiny hole in her T-shirt.
It wasn't a burning hole, as the fabric was the same colour.
It looked new.

Somewhere in his mind a thought popped up... the hole looked like it was made with a punch press.

Would it... could it?

"I want to ask you something".
She smiled again. "Yes?"
"I want to ask you... have you made that hole with a special device?
My daughter wants them in some fabric too, but I don't know...."

He didn't even need to finish his sentence and his lie.
He never got a daughter.

"Come with me", she said, and guided him through the office to one of the rooms at the personell department.

From a drawer she took the divice and showed him how to make a punchhole in a piece of paper.

"Where can I buy a thing like that?"

She wrote down an adress and gave it to him.

Not even an hour later he asked the lady in the shop whether she'd sold two punchpresses to one buyer.
She nodded and described the young woman in detail.

When he went back to the office he knew he'd caught the killer.

Careful observance and intuition were his means to unravel the mysteries of crime.


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