Inches

WHEN I WAS a kid I used to sit on the edge of my bed and imagine my room was separating from the rest of the house by a few inches every night. I was desperate and happy to try anything and I hoped that by the time I reached 18 it would be in a different neighbourhood and not just sat like a very awkward shed at the end of our garden.



It's still there. The house. The room. I'm not, I escaped eventually but by a more traditional method.

But if you look carefully there's a tiny crack in the wall where my bed used to be and a part of me thinks that maybe I would have got there eventually if had tried hard enough, so maybe it's my fault what he did.






                                                                                      



                                                                                  @ Ally Atherton 2015







136 words for #FridayFlash



                                       
                                                                                 

Catching Thoughts

       

                          The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts


                                                                                         John Locke







ON A GOOD day people are walking around with bubbles coming out of their heads.



The blunter the thought, the smaller the bubble. HUNGRY and HORNY are top of the pile, closely followed by I NEED A PISS. I think every fourth person that I come across needs a piss and 1 in 10 are thinking about ways to spend their winning lottery ticket.


That's as exciting as it gets most of the time but it's the sharper thoughts with the biggest bubbles that all thought catchers worth their salt live and breathe for. But you have to be on your toes. Sharp thoughts burst quickly. Sometimes you almost have to catch them before they've had the chance to form, those sharp thoughts with big bubbles can be a handful.



Because sharp thoughts are also the heaviest.




I once put my back out trying to catch an I KILLED MY WIFE. And only yesterday I was taking a late night stroll and an

                               I NEED TO FUCK AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD


burst before I had chance to catch it. And you have to catch the sharp ones or else nothing ever gets done.






But most days are bad and bubbleless days. Bad days where thoughts cling to the cold bars of their human cages for dear life and won't come out to play unless you grab them by their small and danglies, kicking and screaming.







                                                                      
                                                                             
                                                                            (C) Ally Atherton 2015






235 Words written for this week's Light and Shade Challenge.

                                                            Why not take a look and join in? It's fun.

14

                                     When I was Fourteen


                                     I stopped counting and blowing 


                                     
                                     out useless candles





                    





I wrote this for a wonderful little Haiku challenge that I have stumbled across. Over at


                                Haiku Horizons




                                                                    The prompt this week is BIRTHDAYS.