M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 28
March 2, 2021
March 1, 2021
Driving Distractions
“There’s no way we can keep driving in this. It’s too heavy,”
Ryan grunted noncommittally at Alex’s words, his eyes narrowed and scowling out of the window over the rain-soaked road in front of them.
As if to emphasise the point, the car lit up white, and the thunder the followed rumbled so heavily they could feel the car tremble beneath them. The rain sheeted down, relentless, a permanent tap, tap, tap against the car’s metal frame enough to set both their teeth and moods on edge.
...February 28, 2021
Sure Would Be Something
It sure would be something to have somebody stay,
When I could be more than a passing moment for them.
If I could just be enough for them to not walk away.
I know I’m too much for even feeling this way,
But I’ve been lonely, and empty, and then some.
It sure would be something to have somebody stay.
It’s not that I’m alone; not really. I just hope someday
I’ll have someone who’s excited for me to come home.
If I could just be enough for them to not walk away.
When the world’s gone to hell...
February 27, 2021
Tainted By Our Choices
Tainted By Our Choices
Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But when the place that became home had the heart sucked right out of it, and all around him was the remnants of a life he wouldn’t get...
A Wednesday Evening
Simon sinks down beside Cameron on the sofa as he’s done so many other Wednesday evenings, snatching up a handful of the immediately-offered crisps the moment he’s seated, and like Cameron doesn’t move his eyes from the TV. This is their favourite show; in fact, it’s what got them talking in the first place back when he’d first started working at the car services two years ago. Him in his pristine suit for his role as administrator sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the casual jeans ...
Mist
The mist moved in one Thursday morning with the temperature shifting from the day’s previous heat. To look at it, there was no difference to the weight and thickness of it; just like any other Autumn morning. Though the mist didn’t lift after an hour, or even two, and by lunchtime, people started to mutter and worry about it perhaps not going at all. The mist pressed in heavier, and deeper, stealing the breath of anyone trying to walk through. By the evening, the entire community was crowded int...
February 26, 2021
Gesture
When your fingers brushed hers in a gesture repeated over a lifetime,
They were firing the bolts in a hundred crossbows
That buried deep down into my chest to pierce my heart and my gut.
My smile stayed pasted to my face, while my mind whispered: nobody knows.
When your arm nudged hers in a gesture of long-repeated in-jokes,
My breath caught, my eyes stung, and I clung to a fire exit
In an attempt to avoid the rising, billowing smoke
That formed a mist effigy of you. I flailed. I slipped.
When y...
February 25, 2021
At Three In The Morning
Hello! Here’s a little experiment using the lovely Anchor!
Grainne
She remembers her home before it was ever a house. Cold, dank, little more than a bleak, windowless shack overlooking the coast from uneven ground. She remembers that ground trembling beneath her feet, a charge refuelling her veins as the sky crackled with blistering heat overhead. But more than anything, Grainne remembers the whispering. The mistrustful looks, the way small children were grabbed by the arm and led away from her, the lingering whisper on the air the wishes for her demise. Lo...
