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“Find your mellow place,” the podiatrist crooned, inserting needles into my big toe before my foot found his mellow place.

The ledge grew closer
it’s edge ready to collapse
at the slightest weight
A need fueled push
all it would take

Fire burned through her soul
eyes locked onto the one
whose trust alone
kept her from that fall
into the throbbing hate filled rays

She watched him scroll across the screen of the glowing box he held in his large hands
The buzz of melodious string instruments assaulted her ears

He would not he could not
provoke her away from her plan
She edged closer to the opening
of the bottomless abyss
His scream of rage punching the walls

A long strong arm reached into the darkness pulling her free
He held her tightly to his chest
whispering fervently into her ear
“Now is not your time to die!”

Known around town only as That Scoundrel, for his wayward wanderings and adventurous outlays. His outrageous flirting with both women and men, dubbed him a rascal without any shame.

That Scoundrel roamed the city streets, searching for food and abject affection. As comfortable in a fancy boudoir as he was in the alley, That Scoundrel wound up, without his own home, without his own family.

It was with this in mind most times, but likely not really, that he ran into the mayor’s daughter, young Tilly. Tilly was small, but her spirit was strong. She looked at That Scoundrel and declared he must have a wash. No way could he meet her father while wearing
last Season’s dirt.

The Scoundrel cleaned up well. His hair, though somewhat shaggy and
long, lay shiny and beautifully combed. Tilly’s father entered just then and with a great big grin asked who this was hanging around in his home.

Without blinking an eye, young Tilly replied, while stroking the glistening coat of the pup.

“It’s Scoundrel this is and keeping him I am!” And that’s how That Scoundrel found a home with a loving little girl companion.

In response to Weekend Writing Prompt #331 – RADIATE in 35 Words

Hosted by Sammi Cox

Her face radiant in the sunrise,
follows a radiate Sol,
reaching for the oncoming
night to find her rest.
Blossoming each morn,
searching for the answer.
Until, beauty left her
and she waits no more.

THREE THINGS CHALLENGE #M465
hosted by pensitivity101
Prompt Words: Exclaim, Deny, Defy

To deny the accusations foisted upon her by the most evil of persons, merely exacerbated her perceived guilt. To defy the majority, friends who were no longer friends, but despised and hateful enemies, would bring more heartache, more pain.

The betrayal so unbearable, so completely asinine and wholly unfair. She wanted, needed to exclaim to the entire world, to beg those who she believed knew her best, please. Just, please believe me. Do not turn your backs on me, do not walk away. It was not I that perpetrated these grievances against you.

She would defy all of them. She would not break. Would not allow their moral sickness to corrupt her. Shaking her head, she turned and walked away. Leaving them all behind her.

Always apart
forever entwined
Never together
destinies unwind

Bright burning stars
in separate galaxies
Liquid darkness spreads
between the coming and going

The universe spins
a glimpse then you’re gone
Feeling you out there
so very very far away

Surrounded by planets
moons and meteors
Asteroids abound
all circling your cloud

Your pull is strong
beckons and taunts
An elliptical orbit
gathering and leaving behind

Hands now open nothing
to hold your star out of touch
A trail of of warm memories
glistens in your wake

ocean, scar, channel, stone, dark, bar, drift, rainy, honor, shift, eyes, charms

Along a little known ocean channel
sits a bar dark with age and sorrow
It’s walls decorated by the charms
of souls long past or long ago lost

The sea has left her scar
of rainy weather and ocean drift
upon its heavy front doors
Her turbulent surf enticingly seductive

Calling both men and women
with the shift of her currents and
undulating waves to capture their eyes
dragging them to her without honor

So delicious and so sweet
a very good midnight treat
Tidbits and good leftovers
from the fridge’s innermost corners

When sprinkled all around
pieces upon the ground
Dogs howl with gratitude
for this lack of attitude

Love is not a midnight snack
it is a full blown heart attack
When doled out in bits and pieces
every day that love decreases

Though many shards make a whole
their sharpened edges cut the soul
Of the one left waiting all alone
craving more bits and pieces at home

Alone in the morning
and in the afternoon
Alone in evening
when darkness conquers
my light

Alone inside the beast
that is black as blackest night
Alone as the sun’s reaching
rays chase away
my fright

Alone at my birth
just like all the rest
Alone when I die
that’s what I
fear most

He waited. Around the corner, crouched low, listening. He could hear her footsteps, further away at first; growing louder with the molasses of time.

Closer now. He could smell her soft scent up ahead, hear her knees crackle as she straightened, see the scuffed white leather of her running shoes.

Nearly there, a little closer. Just beneath the light, there, there, yes!!

“Come on Killer! Let’s go boy! Time to go home!” The woman called the big, loping dog to her side.