I wish I could tell you what to expect everyday when you come here, or “what kind of blog” this is.

But I never claimed to be reliable… or stable.

This post was born of a writing prompt over at Studio Thirty Plus.

I thought perhaps I would delight you with a childhood tale, or imagine up a piece of fiction for you.

Turns out no.

The prompt was “red”.

This is what came out of my head.

I swear sometimes it’s like I don’t even know me.

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Trickle

Trickle

Trickle

Color me life

Color me death

Scarred over

Newly opened

Raw

Meaty

Gaping

The stain

Distain

Your band-aid is too small.

 

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