This piece is my response to today’s Flashback Track, A Whiter Shade of Pale. Join me in penning a piece that brings out a new shade.
The heaviness of CJ’s outfit matches the darkness of her soul. Jet black bangs hang too far in front of her face. Her rants shine brighter in pitch blackness. On the cracked asphalt of the bike path, sitting in a circle. We’re serious friends surrounding just one candle with no smiles.
We talk in rings of self-denial. About how the sun’s too bright, in-between another cigarette light. Leaning back into laps. Dark limbs combining like forest trees, all anticipating midnight.
“If there’s a god, he would’ve eaten us all by now.” CJ tells us, her hands animated, shoving imaginary souls into her mouth.
“Why so?” I ask.
“Because no one spends that kinda time in the kitchen cooking up dishes they ain’t gonna try.”
Maybe he’s a vegetarian, I think, but I don’t dare say this aloud. That’s not the kind of thing one says to someone like CJ, so I slip my hand into the dark crevice of her shirt, instead, and she sits still. A little dead inside for only fifteen.
“Hey, turn up that track.”
“Black, Black, Black, Black, Number #1.” We stay in the dead of the forest until the inky night outweighs our lust.
“Loving you, was like loving the dead,” CJ says as the candle burns out, the bottle’s long since ran out, and we are left to live in a darker shade of black.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I want all your follows
Your fan club unseen
Ten million hellos
I’m greener than green!
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Yes, I love that. Thank you.
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🙂
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One better than me, I’m still stuck!
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Yeah, didn’t know what I’d write when I sat down. Envisioned the scariest person I’ve ever met and tried to show her darkness.
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meh, got there in the end. The thing I like about this prompt is that it is really a few challenges, first theinterpretation and not least thinking of something to publish.
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You made it look easy. May snow here today, so a sunny day by the sea seems a long way away.
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our imaginations are so powerful.At this lagoon, they make a superb white wine too. Picpoul de Pinet. Perfect for hot sunny days.
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terrifically dark, sinister post; you hit the ground running with this one —
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Thank you. I added another line that woke me this morning. Not sure if it adds or detracts, but it wouldn’t leave me alone, so I inserted it in this flash.
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Thanks, John. It’s good to hear this one started strong.
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I think with gothic writing, it’s good to start strong 🙂 I admire the way you roam across genres 🙂
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Thank you. It’s the equivalent of not being able to sit still in literary form.
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I wish I was a bit more jumpy like that 🙂
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You say that now. What’s the saying Jack of trades, master of none? Yeah, I’m a bit like that all around. I don’t think you have a genre though. It’s more like you look down on them and tinker.
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I like it: very dark indeed; a lovely Gothic ending: keep it !
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Dark & sinster, as John said. Very well done!
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed this dark flash.
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