A smorgasbord of twitfic from the past couple of days, and a bonus poem. The content ranges from absurdist romance, existential contemplation and a nod to childhood games and Indiana Jones.
On Friday I will post a bonus themed set of twitfic based on the idea of light.
He pegged his clothes in semaphore, glancing over the fence to see if the neighbour responded. The following day her own code answered.
He patted the black dog sprawled like a blanket over his feet making it hard to get up. “I think it’s time to go, Old Yella,” he said.
The handwritten note taped to his bedroom door read, “Teh floor iz lava.” “This will make getting to bed a bit tricky,” he said.
The thin shaft of light from the curtains divided the lounge room in half. He prepared to cross, wondering if there were poison arrows.
“It’s a matter of perspective. Are you coming or going?” he asked.
“From there to here or here to there?”
“Wherever your feet lead.”
Their connection sparked as they reached for toilet paper. But he knew it wouldn’t work; she reached for 2-ply while he grasped 3-ply.
Koi circled over, under; a universe expanding, contracting as their tails flowed like comets and mouths as black holes consumed food.
And today’s bonus poem.
While I sit on my bike
At the level crossing
The bells sound ding-da-ding
Red and white arms crossed
Then open and beckon
A thousand paths