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I have to apologise for my vignette this week. A huge wave of purple prose crashed over me and swept me away almost entirely. I'll try to claw my way back to something a little less indulgent next week ...


50-Word Vignette #26

Prompt: Pleasure

Pleasure is the wine-kissed spill of terror-song;
the bow of straining throat;
the mirror-pools of wide-wide eyes.

Pleasure is knowledge blossoming in those eyes;
the flutter of the heart that longs to tell;
the ash-and-charcoal bitterness it never shall.

Pleasure is the taste of him as I drink my fill.



Anybody else like to join in and write their own? Just post it in the comments. All welcome.

Date: 2015-03-06 01:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seaivy.livejournal.com
as usual i go with the first images that comes to me
where or why i don't always know

it was my pleasure he said
i wondered what he meant
it was a brief encounter
i dropped the parcel
he picked it up
handed it to me
i’m nothing that great to look at
and i was embarrassed
clumsy
i had dropped it in his lap
in his wheelchair

Date: 2015-03-07 10:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Lovely. Love that last line.

Date: 2015-03-07 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marycatelli.livejournal.com
The air was calm and warm, and the roses were so sweet.

They hid behind hedges, but they filled the air with scent. Perfumers' shops had less sweetness in the air. I walked around the hedge, to see a garden filled with pink and red. I let out my breath.

Date: 2015-03-07 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Roses have that effect on me too :O)

Date: 2015-03-07 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] writerjenn.livejournal.com
Why apologize? It works!

Date: 2015-03-07 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Thanks Jenn. Purple prose has long been one of my writerly failings, so I'm perhaps oversensitive to it when it emerges ;O)

Date: 2015-03-07 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] writerjenn.livejournal.com
He read to me as my fingers unscrambled the puzzle pieces. Butterflies floated past the porch steps where we sat. The lemonade in my glass was cool and tart. The summer sun began to sink, but I believed for a moment we could stop it from dropping lower, lock everything into place, keep the shadows at bay.


A little long again. But amusing to me to write this today, when we have a fresh blanket of snow on the ground!

Date: 2015-03-07 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seaivy.livejournal.com
good to have summer when winter has stayed past its sell date

Date: 2015-03-07 10:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Love this! It conjures so much more than just that moment, and makes me want to know those characters and their story.

(Sympathy for the snow. We've have crazy weather here over the past weeks or so, but today looks like settling down into a mild-ish early spring day. I even have washing on the line outside!)

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