Today’s 33-word Flash Fiction prompt word is > GUTTER
Hope you liked it.
You are all invited to come up with your own 33-word flash-fiction, using the prompt GUTTER.
1. Your contribution can be prose or verse.
2. It can have less than 33 words but please do not exceed 33 words.
3. Please include the word ‘gutter’ in the body of your contribution.
You are welcome to contribute more than one version, if you wish. As usual, please post your contribution(s) in the “Comments” below. Contributions close on 12 April.
I shall collate and publish your contributions in a Flash-Fiction Gallery on 16 April with full credit and links to your blogs.
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I knew some like that before. Made me think. And I gave a chuckle. I liked your work.
Hello Barb – thank you for your visit and sharing. Glad it gave you a chuckle 🙂
Hello Russ – High five, Eric
Thank you dear – perhaps not as sensual as poetry and pancakes 🙂
Hi Eric, thanks for liking my blog. I’ve had a good look round yours now and think its great – you have a lot of interesting stuff on here so I’m looking forward to following you. Anyway, here’s my shot at your flash fiction prompt:
They float off silently, without protest, having lost a long drawn out battle. I briefly acknowledge their departure then turn away as the last of my dreams and aspirations disappear down the gutter.
Thank you for your visit and comment.
Your contribution is interesting but regretfully, I have to decline as it is past the deadline – 10 days from publishing the Prompt. Though I try to accommodate, in this case the Gallery is scheduled for tomorrow and I simply don’t have the time, etc. Regulars are aware of this 10-day deadline and perhaps I should highlight this more prominently and shall do so in my next Prompt.
Please do look out for the next prompt on Thursday 18 April and hopefully you can join.
All good wishes, Eric
No problem Eric, I should have double checked. I will look out for your next prompt.
why did the gutter seem to call to me?
was it where i found myself most comfortable in the past?
impossible to go any lower.
unless it was to a final resting place.
Thank you for your contribution.
Yes, like you I love to keep them short – and let the readers fill in as they visualise.
Upon the deck,
Wine in hand,
In the eaves;
A sparrow peers
From gutter with
Twig in beak;
Stem of glass
With a slight
Thank you Paul,
for your visit and contribution.
Have a good one,
My contribution – Also, thanks for the like Eric. Great blog here.
Brown curly hair and a smile to remember for later
Cotton covered skin, silky and smooth
My thirty-something teacher busted with confidence
I need to get my mind out of the gutter
Thank you Marcelo for your visit and contribution – good one and yes, many of us can relate to this 🙂
My first name is also Joyce, so please do not confuse me with the other one above. Here is my contribution below for the 33 word prompt, ‘Gutter’ for flash fiction. Thanks for the challenge, Eric. It is exactly 33 words.
Joyce E. Johnson
She stood over the gutter
watching it disappear.
Her marriage: dissolved,
an illusion, a lie,
like the tarnished gold band
rushing the open drain,
swirling in dirty water.
Gone, like him, now vanished..
Not to worry Joyce – I usually credit to person’s name and blog name.
So very lovely of you to join our little group.
Your theme is unfortunately an all too familiar occurrence. You captured the despondency well.
Thank you, Eric. I am happy to join you.
Against the cold wind
He huddles in his worn flak jacket
Invisible, on the busy street
Folding paper boats for donations
A skill learned in distant lands
He floats them in the gutter
A very interesting image you’ve created here Val – I see it quite clearly.
Many thanks for joining again,
Ashamed of what I’ve washed down the gutter
My conscience runs from a bottle
Washed from my hands
The glass goes down
Clean where I stand
The price isn’t paid where I am
Thank you for this contribution. Set me thinking.
Your posting – oh what a sad sight and the drinks does not help at all, unfortunately that is the first thing most people go for hoping to alleviate their sorrow. Maybe crying is a better option, at least its free.
In a country where there is scarcity of water, we always rely on recycling yet I always have this nagging doubt about the origin of our water, more so when we have new types of diseases.
What swims down the gutter?
Sewerage and unmentionables
The water extracted, recycled
Purportedly for cleaning
And toilet flushing
So what is this I hear
Capped as drinking water?
The much hyped Newater?
I think the only people drinking bottled Newater now are the people promoting it. But as you know, they are mixing it in the reservoirs – more palatable, I reckon. I like that Urrgghh! 🙂
Crying is very helpful as you know. I posted about it once > http://wp.me/s1YE83-cry
Ah, Jen – this is so sweet of you. Thank you, Eric
Since so many of your responses mention trash in gutters whether those at the roof eaves or in the streets so I thought that I’d grace it with a 32 word gutter limerick?
The messy old people of Hutter
Had trash clogging up their gutter.
They were far, far too mean
To shell out for a clean;
So they had to live with the clutter.
What a bunch of collectors!
What a lovely contribution Jane. I think this will do well on the Gallery Wall 🙂
Droplets fell heavily, reverberating on the car roof like timpani. As traffic crawled to stasis, she observed the slick, brown and orange stars overflowing from the gutter and knew that summer was over.
An interesting contribution – thank you 🙂