“Tell me! What people?” I’m frantic, barely giving Marie a chance to reply.
Again, she warns, “it’s not safe here. Meet me at the old mill tomorrow at noon. You remember? Make sure you’re not followed now—or tomorrow.”
She practically pushes me out the door, murmuring nonsense about visiting Auntie soon, in case anyone is listening. She really is scared.
I don’t see anyone, but it’s getting dark. I gaze up at the stars, wishing I could walk in the street of the sky. Night walks scattering poems, I think. Here on earth, less pleasant things are scattered, like—oh no–as I feel the squish under my shoes and smell dog poop. It’s going to be one of those nights. I remind myself, I’ve had worse. I head to a café, order a bottle of wine, and pour the first glass.
A continuation of my spy series for Prosery on dVerse. Linda asked us to use this line by E.E. Cummings: “In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.” I’ve continued this from where I left off in September.
You got that line of poetry to fit in, you continued the story, and you managed to bring us down from the stars and poetry into a pile of poo. Well don’!
Thank you very much!
It was a last minute decision to write to this prompt at all. I’m pleased it worked. 🙂
It did! The line is so very much poetry I almost didn’t do it either. I just played around with the words and pretended it was a piece of prose. You actually slotted it in without it sticking out like a sore thumb.
Definitely down to earth!
Ah dog poop….this made me smile believe it or not…because I’ve used the same in my poem for tomorrow’s poetics. hmmmm….what is that phrase about minds thinking alike??? 🙂
Enjoyed this one!
Thank you, Lill.
That’s funny about the poop. I will have to make sure I read yours tomorrow. I haven’t even thought about tomorrow’s prompt yet.
From the sublime to the profane! 🙂
Story of my life. 🤣
Merril, you never disappoint with your spy tales- LOVE!
Thank you, Linda! And thank you for the prompt!
Well done … including the dog poop (*snort*)!
Great job. Very intriguing.
Ominous. I was so glad to di back into this story again! (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. I was a last minute decision to respond to the prompt. 🙂
I’m glad you did!
I enjoyed the drama of your poem, and the realness of the characters and what they are experiencing!
Thank you so much, Dwight. I’m pleased you are enjoying it. 😊
You are welcome!
I know these come to you spontaneously and aren’t following a plot, Merril, but I just adore them, honestly. They’re like pearls of fiction.
Thank you so much, David. That is such a lovely, heartfelt comment. I appreciate it.
It’s true I have no idea what’s coming next, but in the moment of writing, I’m immersed in the story–there–if that makes sense.
I must have missed so much of your spy series during my hiatus, Merril, and am delighted to read about your characters again – and you wove the prompt line in so expertly.
Thank you very much, Kim.
You probably didn’t miss that much–it moves very slowly like a soap opera. 🙂
A fantastic tale can’t wait for the next episode 🙂
Thank you! 😊
Oh! This is fabulous Merril. I love the Edward Hopper painting of the Automat. Just yesterday I saw The Diner!
Thank you so much, Rene! 😊
You’re so welcome 😊
Bravo. Nice one Merril.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Thank you, Gillena, and you’re welcome!
I like how you divided the line
Thank you, Derrick.
I adore this series, unrelated, yet related in a spirit.
The dog poo is a nice touch. It sets off a whole new intensity in the feel! 😵💫💩🥴
First time I ever got to use the p-o-p emoji!
Thank you very much, Resa!
The series is connected sections, especially as it’s grown, but I have no idea where it’s going. It’s like one of those soap operas that just drags on for years.
We have a family joke with that emoji. 🤣
Hahaha!!! I always wondered about it! At least it’s smiling.
Love how you get it down from the stars to stepping in poo
Thank you, Björn! 🙂
Love the intrigue, ominous .. and then .. the way you end the piece is priceless.
Thank you so much, Helen!
I love how you’ve transformed the Cummings line into ‘wishing I could walk in the streets of the sky’ – don’t we all wish that sometimes!
Thank you very much, Ingrid.
It would be magical, wouldn’t it? 💙
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