This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – FLUID
Click here to hear the author read his words:
A Day in the Death
This is one of those days, one of those murky, muggy days, when everything’s a bit, what’s the word, fluid maybe, like nothing’s too solid, there’s nothing to get a hold of, and I seem to exist in a haze, in a swirl of mist, or fog, or even, if I was on the other coast, a haar.
Although my memory is not what it was, I can still remember some things, just not the boring stuff like who I am, where I’m from, and why I’m here.
But I find that, as time passes, all those personal details become increasingly irrelevant, quite meaningless.
I do, I’m pretty sure, remember the important moments of my life, like that cold, dreich evening when everything changed, I did bad things, and that particular life ended.
I think, for example, that I remember why I killed her, and then myself.
Except, of course, that I didn’t actually top myself, did I, because that would have been dumb, and kind of final, so I just pretended that bit.
Very cool. The character is indeed very fluid, having me think first just confused, then it’s a ghost, then maybe still alive but with some dark secrets and no matter it’s all very spooky.
Sounds like you might be as confused as the writer, D!
Phantom fools himself.
Spectacular, spooky six!
Thanks, Liz, I like ‘Spectacular, spooky’!
It reads to me like the swirling thoughts of an ethereal phantom, CE, who maybe trying to turn the reality into pretence! Quite a ghost story!
I’m happy it inspired such a comment, Tom!
Great mysterious 6, Ceayr. It seems he is having inner turmoil. Murder/suicide feeling on this one.
I like a wee bit mystery, E. M., and pleased you do too
🙂 thank you, ceayr! Sorry I am just getting to your comment. My new college classes have me bogged down with work.
He leaves us in a fluid state also, about his ultimate fate.
I like that wee rhyme you slipped in this time!
liking the new (for me) wordage… (to devolve into the metaphor of an a certain Cafe & Bistro that shall remain unnamed), reading the writing of others, especially those employing a vocabulary that includes another language (or dialect or whatever the word is).
much in common, being from a coastal area where there are more words for fog than there are for sunny skies
good Six
In Scotland we have 1,314 words for rain and sometimes less than 1 for sunshine!
Very nice dialog with one’s self and an inability to remember the boring stuff. I like how some of what was remembered was also an act of pretending.
Thanks, Frank, I do like muddy waters
So, you are hiding in plain sight. Just a matter of time, ole’ bean.
Just a shadow in the shadows, mon vieux
I see ambiguity in this tale… did he or didn’t he? man or spirit?
(dreich is one of my favourite Scottish words)
I leave that for each reader to decide, Chris.
And aye, it’s a stoatir o a wurd!
Great six, CE. Why do I suspect that one day we’re going to find out these tales are all true confessions? 🙂
My stories are littered with folk who thought that, Doug…
The atmosphere in the first sentence is so palpable. An eerie tale, I’m not totally convinced this is the story of a living man but rather that of a man unaware his corporeal self no longer lives.
At least that’s my first impression, CE!
Beautifully crafted in your unique, dark style.
I love your last sentence, Denise, much appreciated.
Hm very cold blooded.
Yeah, well…
Oh the masterful use of language – such a truly dreich and haunting image conjured up.
But no actual haunting, as the unforeseen twist reveals!
It seems wrong to smile at such a grim tale, but it’s so skilfully written and beautifully read – I’m smiling.
Me too, at your comment.
Thanks, Jenne.
All is not lost as I learned a new word “haar.” I even listened to it being pronounced. Sounded just like “hardy har har.”
I confess, dear Lady, that I felt like a character from the great RLS’ Treasure Island uttering piratically ‘Aargh, Jim lad’!