Cold calling
A bit of poetic free styling flash fiction
Phone rings
It's him
She recognises
The tone
'Are you alone?'
He moaned
Sounding
So far away
'Please, don't
Hang up
Stay'
He says
Funny how he never
Called when
He was alive
Comments
Sounds like the beginning of another story there Nigel!
Thank you Branwell, glad you liked this poem.
very good poem
She What's it like down there
Him How did you know?
She They don't allow calls from high above.
Thanks Do.RoThy and Don. Emma thanks for you kind comments, how fascinating you were already working on a similar theme, I will look forward to reading it glad it inspired you.
Cheers Hugh, your poem made me smile. Happy to have got your cogs going on something.
You inspired me to write-
Alive not dead
In my coffin on the way to the grave,
I pass a pub I hear them rave.
In my coffin I feel all alone,
I'm going to frighten them,where's my phone?
I hid it in a corner in a nook,
It's dark in here to dark to look.
I lift the lid and see the moon,
I feel around and find it soon.
I ring my son who is at the rave.
"I'm still alive don't need a grave!"
"But dad I've just been reading out your will,
And who's going to pay the funeral bill?"
The funeral rave could not go ahead,
When they discovered I was alive not dead.
Mon 21st Oct 2019 13:34
This one is great! I'm currently working on a piece in which the narrator has received a letter from a ghost and I think you just gave me some great inspiration... ?
An interesting one Ruth.....
Thanks Becky and Tom, I'm glad you enjoyed this one!
I liked this Ruth - very effective. The title is a great touch too ?
Ooh this is so effective. Gave me shivers. The last line just jumps out to bite. Love it!
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Sun 1st Mar 2020 16:38
Brilliant