Greek mythology has always been of great interest, I love the way the stories that have been handed down through the generations, are part myth, part magic and part history. The photo this week, courtesy of Al Forbes was always going to inspire one Greek tragedy or another. I decided to take a slightly different view, but I think I have managed to get some of the attributes of Hermes into my effort this week. So, a fanfare for the goddess of Friday Fictioneers Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, as she summons us all once more to the podium.
Fleeing the Scene
Word Count: 100
Waking from a deep sleep I stretch feline-like
And then relax into the deep comforting mattress
Unbidden the memory returns.
The words cut deep, wounding us both,
Hateful bile spilled out of our mouths as we paced the room,
I cursed you for taking my love and trampling it underfoot,
For cheating and betraying me.
You grabbed my arms and roughly twisted one behind me
Trying to force me down onto the floor,
I felt excitement first then fury, that sheer strength could overcome me
Where words had failed
Shaken by your intentions you ran, fleeing the scene
I’ve just found out that this is my 200th post and I have to admit I’m rather chuffed to have got this far.