March 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

March 12, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes tapping. You can play with the sound, make it an action, or create something unexpected. Tap a story and go where the prompt leads! https://carrotranch.com/2020/03/13/march-12-flash-fiction-challenge-2/?c=66880#comment-66880

Tap-Tap-Tapping

From inside the closet I could hear the tap-tap-tapping. I wasn’t going to open that door, at least not while home by myself. It’s Buckler. All he does is hang on the belt hanger, swinging slowly, in the dark. He thinks his leather is better than my cotton.  

There it is again. He thinks tapping against the door is going to get him out faster. Buckler is nothing but trouble. Once He gets home and puts me on, He’ll go in the closet and shut Buckler up. Lucky for me I get shown off, not hidden under the gut.  

©2020 CBialczak

PROMPT #286 – CONNECTION

It is said we are all interconnected. Each person’s life touches others in very profound ways whether we are aware or not. We are alive. We breathe in and out. Within every inhalation we make are molecules of Hitler, Manson and Stalin. In the same breath are particles of Buddha, Mother Theresa and Jesus Christ. We are all one. It’s surreal that we speak of connection while we are practicing “social distancing” due to the coronavirus (COVID-19), but our solidarity will pull us through. Stay safe, stay strong and take care of yourselves. Write a poem of connection.

I miss you…

You look perfectly clean
I don’t understand
why COVID-19
picked your bod to land.

I hope you get better
I want to see you
I can’t stand the distance
more than a day or two.

I pray you are well
more sooner than late
This sickness that spreads
Is sickness I hate.

Please come back real soon
I need you a lot
I’ll wait for you here
right in this same spot. 

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Poetic Bloomings: https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2020/03/15/prompt-286-connection/#more-11405

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – HOW DID I GET HERE?

SOCK P.O.V – YOU ARE A CLEAN SOCK MISTAKENLY PLACED IN A HAMPER. WRITE THIS, OR WRITE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF ITS MATE HAVING ABANDONMENT ISSUES!

Hello? Hello?
Where did you go? 
I am still clean,
all washed I mean.

Why am I here
only part of a pair?
What is the odor
Is that the front loader?

Help me get out
or I will shout.
Give me a foot
Don’t leave me put.

This really stinks,
my pal-sock thinks.
He’ll find me soon
here like a cocoon.

I have to get found
what is that sound?
Here comes the owner
No longer a loner!

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Poetic Bloomings: https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/