Challenge
Challenge of the Month VIII
Running. You are (or your character is) running from something. Or running to something. Or maybe you just left the faucet running. The theme this month is running. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
Bicycle Kettle
There is no weather like the bellwether, ball tether wetness of a grainy Sunday afternoon. No tea to warm the palms or coffee to ignite the soul. Just tick-tock-time beating in tune to the blind homunculus tapping inside my skull. She was gone. And with her, the kettle.
Her big red hair bouncing up, down, around. The ceilings burnished and dripping with her contempt. She was gone and so was the kettle. Out into the dawn rain with that big hair balanced atop a bicycle the colour of sunshine. She would return to that rock of scorned landscape and live like a wood fairy in the shack her daddy built.
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