Goth life in the country: Today in microfiction

IF you drove past my house today, you may have glimpsed a goth balanced halfway up a ladder, wearing rainbow socks, a bright green bellydance skirt and an even brighter orange jumper, wielding a pruning saw as she performed an emergency surgical tree-pruning operation in between gusts of gale force wind, driving rain and hail.

Yes, that was me. I don't have photos, so you can't prove a thing, but I did have reasons: one, the power was out, so I was unable to do legit goth stuff like listen to Rammstein whilst writing angsty fiction. Two, the tree was way too close to a power line. Three, all my black clothes were in the wash.

Anyway, winter well and truly arrived in my little corner of Australia and made her dark and blustery presence felt with gum tree wreckage, a seven hour powercut and enough rain to make even my dark little heart sing while I cleaned up debris, repaired a roof and pruned said tree in my rainbow colours.

I think the season is nicely summed up in this little piece of microfiction penned by myself and Goth Junior on the back of a defunct business card, whilst sheltering from the rain on the front veranda of the local apothecary* earlier in the day. We took turns writing two words each, and this is what came out. (Please note Goth Junior is a gamer. I don't know what some of these things are, but it sounds impressive as hell!)

It reads:

 

I like pink spotted scarred trees that shout Fus-ra-dah! Meanwhile, blue shock waves are coming from its mouth! The ancient dothrahkin is singing like an owl with two fists raised in fiery rage! The end.  

 

 

 

*Some details of this blog may have been embellished for dramatic effect. Not the rainbow socks though.