This week's Flash Friday prompts were, "Use the full moon and cigarettes in your story" and a photo prompt of a fox chasing a mouse over snow:
Do I smoke too often?
Allow me to light a cigarette
While I think about that.
It is a night of memories,
All reflected in the vacant eyes
Of the Man in the Moon.
I wanted to be the moon
Before outsiders pushed me toward poison.
But someone told me once I would be
A wonderful moon, indeed.
On some nights, I hear that belief;
Or I see him when I look in the mirror.
I feel the empty spaces
Which should be occupied by him;
The infinite density of surrounding voids.
But he remains there;
In a way no drop of alcohol,
No needle, no balm or cigarette ever can;
In a way which only this full moon
And I can hope to feel.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
see here the Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes) pursuing its prey the grey field
mouse (Mus musculus) in the never ending struggle that is life in the
The fox stops, “Excuse me, my name is Jerry and this is Ted.”
“Yeah,” Ted adds in. “this is a game of tag until the Coffee Shop opens.”
“Damned no-it-all British narrators!” the fox says shaking his head. Then he turns to Ted and hits him. “Tag you’re it!”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
used to look out at the newly fallen snow when she was a child. The
beauty and unblemished wonderment as far as the eye can see. One day,
she spied the playful fox chasing the small mouse at a frantic pace. The
skittering rodent always a few paces ahaed. When she pleaded with her
mummy to go out to play, her mother would give in with a sigh. When her
mother finally bundled her up for the journey outside, there were no
creatures to be found. Even more strange is the absence of any
pawprints or any evidence they were there at all. The little girl would
lumber back inside, saddened but hopeful that her playmates will be back
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
purple smoke filled the room, causing the two sisters to cough. Fanning
a hand in front of her face, Vix glared at her sibling. "I told you it
wouldn't work," she said.
"Open a window, we can at least clear out the
room," Min snapped, scowling at her sister's back. Throwing open a
shutter, the room began to clear.
"You're just lucky it was smoke this
time," Vix said. "The last time you messed up a spell, mum and dad were
turned into trolls." Min stuck out her tongue at Vix.
"It could have
been worse. I know what ingredient I missed, let's try again." Vix
sighed and re-lit the candle. The two sisters began to cast their
"Oops," Min squeaked.
"Oops?" Vix growled. "I
thought you said you knew what you did wrong?" Vix lashed her fluffy
orange tail and before her sister could say 'cheese', had chased her out
into the crisp winter day. "You better fix this! I don't want to be a
fox for all eternity!"
Min bounced over the fresh snow, and said, "You
think I want to be a mouse!?"