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Swan Song
The funeral was long over and they were the only ones left.
“I’ve always wanted to let him hear this song. I thought, for once, he could see my cool side. But all he saw were my embarrassing moments.”
His mother hugged him as they stared at the gravestone, the evening sun beating its last rays at them. Then she noticed his trembling and looked at him.
“Dear, I think it’s raining. Let’s go home,” she said gently.
He wiped his face. “Yea, I felt the rain.”
They walked away, leaving the song sheet atop the gravestone in the clear evening sky.
(102 words)
How do you compact everything you want to say, every emotion you want to portray without saying much? The mother’s innate understanding and compassion, the son’s obstinacy and the tension in the family, only to be released all at the end? And once again, THE WORD LIMIT…
Well, that’s something I’m trying to figure out and I wonder how this turns out.
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.
The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose. You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you. The only rules are these:
- your poem / prose must contain this week’s word. The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
- the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge. No more. No less.
I’d say that last line: They walked away, leaving the song sheet atop the gravestone in the clear evening sky … said it all.
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Thank you!
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Beautifully done.
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