Friday May 3rd, 2013

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the coming darkness.

The Canucks lost again tonight, meaning they're down two games to none. Just like they started last year's playoffs. I'm hoping this trend does not continue.

Had a very windy day here, which kept us out of the garden for most of it. So we did a few things around the house, including setting up Max's new crib. He's in it right now, snoring away, which I figure is a sign he likes it.

Mine:

I know it is coming. The inevitability is the worst part; that certainty that there is nothing I can do, that there will be no avoiding it. It is, quite simply, just a matter of time.

One morning I shall wake up and the darkness will remain, coating my eyes for the remainder of my days.

5 Comments:

Greg said...

I guess the Canucks like to build the tension so that you're on the edge of seat for all of their games, wondering if they're going to win at last for you :)
I shall look forward to pictures of the new crib!
I like the idea that the coming darkness is the onset of blindness in your prose; nicely presented!

The coming darkness
Judith looked at the sky; where there had been scudding white wispy clouds just five minutes earlier there were now much darker, heavier clouds. "They look pregnant," she remarked to her daughter, who looked up then.
"Yes," she said, "With rather more rain than we need or can handle. We'd better get up high now, before the storm breaks."

MosesMalone said...

Father, sons, and neighbors
Gather tightly together
Ignorantly fearing their future
“Jackie Robinson up to bat.”

I saw 42 tonight – It was amazing! Also, I have no idea if this is prose or not. It is more poem I think. Ehhhh it is what it is.

Aholiab said...

The Coming Darkness

Scott put down his fork with a satisfied sigh and looked across the table at his wife as she finished her glass of wine.

“That was the most incredible shepherd’s pie that I’ve ever had,” he said.

She blushed slightly and smiled, “Well, it’s our anniversary.”

He grinned as he took her hand and blew out the candle, “I know!”

David said...

A shadow cast across the fat man's body. Thunder cracked and they all ran for cover. The Barber watched,the crosshair following the fat man's retreat. The Barber waited till they were safely under cover, and then he fired one shot, just to prove a point..

Marc said...

Greg - ah yes, I should take a picture of the crib, shouldn't I?

I really like this. It feels a bit different than your usual style here, and the change works wonderfully for this little scene.

Mo - it is what it is, and I like it just the way you've written it. Also: just watched the trailer for 42. That looks like good stuff.

Aholiab - hah, excellent take on the prompt. Nicely done :)

David - nice tie in to your previous Barber post. I do so like this fellow :)