I’ll never forget my prom night, darling… A nightmare. Come to think of it, it was exactly fifty years ago on this day!
Without a date, on a back street, dusky sky above me, I sat in my beautiful dress and bawled my eyes out… how could I ever forget?
See, I had been convinced that Roger had snuck away with another girl to make out behind the bleachers by the football field, and I’d gone out looking for him. But he wasn’t there… and… he didn’t seem to be anywhere.
Honestly, I should have called my father to come and get me at that point… but I wasn’t thinking clearly, so I continued searching beyond the school grounds. Roger had a favorite smoking spot just behind the parking lot… So, I figured that he might be there…
That’s when the horrid screaming began…
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
On this day without a date,–Charles Simic (1938 – 2023), ‘My Friend Someone’
On a back street, dusky
66 thoughts on “The horrid screaming”
I hope Dad isn’t a part of this. Lol. 😄Yikes!
Who knows? 😉
You incorporated the given lines so cleverly in your writing, David. I can’t imagine what caused that horrid screaming!
💝🙏🏻 Gayle 🙏🏻💝 ~ there are lots of possibilities! Thanks!
And you’re going to leave us hanging?! Haha. It was pulling me in.
🧡🙏🏻 Brandon 🙏🏻🧡 ~ that is how I roll 😎
OH MY! Your prose piece needs a ‘to be continued’ addition. Cliffhangers are fun to read though. Make for all manner of conjecture.
💖🙏🏻 Helen 🙏🏻💖