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Dishes

Carrot Ranch dishes

She washes the dishes in a blinding blur of tears, performing the same routine as yesterday and the day before…

Today is different though, she muses as she dries her hands on a towel. Today she is finished with being the passive recipient of her husband’s baleful glares and grinding criticism. He moved out this morning and served her with divorce papers.

At first, she was flummoxed by this sudden dismantling of their lives, however unsuited they were, but as she tidies the house, she feels light and free.

She makes herself a jam sandwich… on the good china.

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for the Carrot Ranch Story Challenge (99 words with dishes) and Denise’s Six Sentence Story (link on Wednesday).

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #204

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Welcome! I am temporarily hosting the FFFC while Fandango recuperates. Please join me in sending good vibes to Fandango with the hope that he’ll be back in top blogging form ASAP. In the meantime, I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

This week’s photo is credited to Fill1970 on Pixabay. It depicts two women seated at a table in a restaurant or at a gathering with one telling the other a secret. People mill about in the background.

Women whisper at a table in a crowd

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Bitten

snake

Australia lover
Leave your taipans down under
We have toxins here

Send antivenom
His blue gaze paralyzed me
I don’t want a cure

Sharks in the water
Crocodiles lurk at my door
He’s on a plane home

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Haiku set written for the Min Min Weekly Prompt at Six Crooked Highways (Australia).

Ice

Ice bubble frost

Los Angeles ice
Glitters in the golden dawn
Disappears by noon

Ice clinks in your glass
Amber liquid frees your words
Better left unsaid

The ice on my hand
Burns cold in this silent room
Let it melt away

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Haiku set written for the Naturalist Weekly.

I’ve Been Interviewed!

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Gracious Barbara @ Book Club Mom has interviewed me! Please check it out! She gave me a very comprehensive set of questions and I know you are curious. So get on over there, read, like, leave a comment, and BUY ALL MY BOOKS… let’s go!

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Southern Mash [fff]

Pink magnolias

[Reposted from 01/27/2022 for Fandango’s Flashback Friday.]

Your voice retains
A slight Southern twang,
Barely noticeable,
But I notice
That warm summer tang—
It transforms your narcissistic pumpkins
Into gilded porch swing coaxes.
Not the deserved frogs and snakes,
But darlins and honeys drip
From your mint juleped mouth,
So sweetly
And irresistibly,
That even now
I can’t remember
What I was angry about.
Come to Wonderland,
You said after a month of silence;
Meet me in Wonderland,
You said with an edge of red velvet promise.
The hint of a future
That never materializes,
The suggestion of the possible,
A tantalization of fantasy…
All tempt me to project my version of reality
Onto your humid jabberwocky
And slide down that rabbit hole
Looking for cake.
But there is no cake,
Only a Cheshire checkerboard
And messages that dissolve at midnight,
Leaving a slight scent of magnolias.

~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Reposted with permission from Paula Light’s All She Wrote.

Imagine…

Woman in grey misty fog

You live in a world where no Gods exist.

Concrete surrounds you in a tedium of grey upon grey, under a steely sky promising rain that never comes. Even the trees have been stripped of color so as not to offend. There are no beeps, buzzes, barking, birdsong, or any possibility of irritation.

The bleak optics transcend your reality of freedom from suffering and struggling; perversely, they magnify your isolation to the point where this bespoke heaven feels like punishment.

When did I ask for this, you moan in despair, missing your flawed family, your annoying friends, and your stressful job. But no one is listening because interaction disappeared to eliminate conflict. You check your phone, hoping for at least a robocall, but those are gone too.

I didn’t mean it, you scream in a flurry of self-pity, and a grey cat materializes from the fog with a grey mouse in his mouth.

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge 265.

Twist

spaghetti pasta fork

The spaghetti mystery
Baffled the brilliant brain
Of physicist Richard Feynman,
Who died unable to explain
Why a stressed strand snaps
In multiple locations,
Not conveniently in half.

My grandmother counted
The strands of spaghetti
To cook half a box;
She was neurotic like that,
Didn’t trust guesstimates.
She knew to do the twist,
Though she never took physics,
To keep the stress centered,
And avoid getting pasta bits
All over the stovetop.

Now they have an equation
To describe the stress breaks
Of spaghetti strands —
Physicists rejoice!
It’s not just about the pasta,
You understand.
Lots of things have multiple
Stress points and could snap
Unpredictably
When put under pressure,
Especially if there’s a pot
Of boiling water nearby.

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Reprinted from Monochrome for dVerse Poets’ prompt on grandmothers. I could write a lot more about this particular granny, but I think the spaghetti strand counting is enough, for now.

Wayward Introvert

Alone lonely beach ocean sunset

I am a wayward introvert,
Ducking out of invitations,
Alone upon my hill until
I crave in-person conversations.
But even a minuscule amount
Of socializing is so draining;
I rush home again to recharge,
With equilibrium maintaining.

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

Riddle Me This

Questions

What is at the beginning,
But never in the end;
It’s a royal riddle–
Can you solve it, my friend?

Elvis and Elle,
Salmon and BB–
If you get this,
You might be quite snaky!

Sometimes high,
Sometimes low–
Do we need a detective
To give this a go?

~*~
©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN! Triple riddle poetry written for the Skeptic’s Kaddish W3 39 for Brandon’s prompt. Please email me your guesses (paula.light@gmail.com) so as not to spoil the game for others. Thanks!