Today is the last day of the Write Tribe Festival of Words. Yesterday’s prompt was “interview someone on your blog,” and today’s is a rather cryptic one: “If we were having coffee.” I’d like to thank everyone for their patience with my daily posts, and to those who have visited and commented– I’m grateful, and…
Because flash requires a lot of attention, just as poetry does (and other short fiction). That’s partly because it’s compressed, so you have to be on the alert (the German word for poetry is ‘dichtung’ – to seal, or to shut… so there’s a suggestion of closing down the space, and being economical). And, as a reader, you have to keep starting again with every new piece of flash, so there’s a lot of energy required. You can’t just fall into the dream. The challenge for the writer is to make the compression invisible, to try to hide the hard work.
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I have seen it. I’ve seen the black mask. I’ve seen one eye glued shut, and the other, unblinking pupil. I have seen my teeth, no lips, two gaping holes instead of my nose. I have seen my head, peeling strips of skin. All my blonde hair, gone. Nothing a wig and some make-up can’t fix, they said, you’ll see. I threw things at them. I threw words. Bad words. I wanted to throw the bed at them, the room. I have eyes, I have a nose, I have lips, I have cheek, chin, throat. I have hair. Not my hair, but still, hair. The main thing is, I have a face.
I will not hide. I will face the world. I have a face to face it with, after all.
I smile. And they smile with me.
I’m beautiful, and so are they.