The world turns too fast for me to see;
Light chases shadow chases light
Sliding patterns and snapshots of time
Too many to catalog
So here in this fluid moment of time
well wishes all around but not yours
conspicuous by its absence
And this is enough
You were an inadvertant pickpocket
Stole this small part of me
you didn’t know and didn’t want it
No collector of bagatelles
I’ll return the favor – filch it back
In the interests of security
Behind this facade, lock it away
Never to be taken again.
I was tagged by Tony Noland to participate in a fun lucky seven post. I’m borrowing the rules from Tony (thanks, Tony):
1. Go to page 77 in your current manuscript
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are – no cheating
4. Tag 7 other authors (Done on Facebook)
This is from my Nano WIP from 2010, On a Full Moon (it has nothing to do with werewolves, btw!) which I have finally tugged out of obscurity and begun to edit.
“As we came into the foyer, a woman in Colonial dress handed us
both brochures and asked if we wanted a guided tour. Luc,
all wide-eyed innocence, and sporting an accent you could
cut with a knife, explained that I was local and that he,
coming from out of the area, would rely on me to translate
Harton County history to him. I had a tough time keeping a
straight face as the poor woman …”
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I looked at the elderly couple in front of me with regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Edwards. I tried to contact you and couldn’t. Your nephew is probably going to get away with what he took.”
“It’s all right, Detective. We were out of touch.” Mr. Edwards reached over and squeezed his wife’s hand. They exchanged a smile, and the old man continued. “And don’t worry about our nephew – he’s not out of the reach of all justice.”
“Yes, indeed,” his wife agreed, as the two of them faded into transparency and then disappeared from before my astonished eyes.
Chances not taken
Seeds not planted dry to chaff
are lost in the wind