Flash Fiction Prosery

Flash Fiction: Prosery 144 words

Dead

I am dead. I don’t know the how or the why of it. Or even the when of it. Details. Details. These things are unimportant. That information is in the past, it’s for the living to unravel, they want to know how it happened, they need the science of it, the details so they don’t make the same mistake. The living breathe easier if the cause is genetic. Well, unless they are family in which case it sort of loops into a mindless agitation. Gnaws like a dog with a bone, or cuts silence like the far away cry of skylark. But I admit, it does feel like I’ve been interrupted mid sentence. Maybe lost within the white space between words. If I could script my own ending, I’d wake up now. But I am a poet, and this ending seems poetic to me.

for dVerse Prosery and Open Night Inspired by a line from the poem acquainted with the night by Robert Frost. Posted from Gilleleje Denmark

©️ Misky 2019

16 responses to “Flash Fiction Prosery”

  1. Oh this takes such an interesting perspective on death. These lines:
    “But I admit, it does feel like I’ve been interrupted mid sentence. Maybe lost within the white space between words.” …. maybe that’s what happens in death….we are simply lost within the white space between words…lost in the space between the last two words we said or the last roll of eyes we got from someone or the last two….????

    Like

  2. Death as white nothingness is espoused by 7th day Adventists. I need to believe in the Buddhist’s Bardo; life between lives, a bridge to cosmic dimensions. Hey, I’m 75 tomorrow, and I need hope and light and destination

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    • I’ve no clue what waits for me but I doubt that it’s nothingness. I just write what pops into my head, Glenn. It’s nothing more than that. And a very happy birthday to you – with wishes for many more to come.

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  3. I like the aspect of death that the details of it for the dead are unimportant, something for the living to worry about. I can also see where it would feel like an interruption. Very much enjoyed reading your prosery, Misky.

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  4. “But I admit, it does feel like I’ve been interrupted mid sentence. Maybe lost within the white space between words. If I could script my own ending, I’d wake up now.” This is incredibly raw and poignant! ❤️

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  5. I agree with the others who have shared. I like the strong voice in this and especially these lines, ““But I admit, it does feel like I’ve been interrupted mid sentence. Maybe lost within the white space between words.”

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  6. We are stricken innately as curious beings, so easily troubled by unanswerable questions, yet we pursue the futility of it. Maybe the answers are more easily derived from the place the poet in this piece occupies.
    Abundant food for thought in your piece. Well-expressed.

    Cheers!

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