|Very Short Stories|
by Lisa J. Manus
writing stories on Twitter about 3 years ago with a writing community
called #vss365. It stands for very short story 365 days in the year. There
are a couple of thousand writers from all over the world who join in using
the daily prompt word which is posted by a volunteer every morning. The
rules are that you can write any type of story or poem but it has to fit
in one tweet of a maximum of 280 characters. It's a very supportive group
and unusually positive for Twitter which is known more for arguing and
more #invisible as the evening progressed. During aperitifs he was whole,
the main,he glimmered, & diminished,at dessert,a hollow,shadowy figure,&
by coffee all I could see was the cup being raised. I said I couldn't
see him again. That was the last I saw of him .
Her skin like vellum, I wrote my life on it. My story was of sorrow & joy. It began at the tip of heer toes & ran up her legs, branching to each arm, exclamations on her finers, full stops in every fold. My secretas were on her back & jokes on her tummy. She, my audible tale.
This morning, instead of my usual walk around the park I went to the brink. My tears #overflowed. I had been trapped on land with the wrong man for too long. No landlubber, I made a paper boat and sailed away.
I was going about my day shopping and cooking when I felt a sudden slip. Like a bolt of lightning I found myself #released from time. At first it was hard to adjust, I kept sliding in and out of people's lives, but I got used to it, and now I love the freedom.
I wish I could say there were no impediments,but that would be a lie. We do change. Time's #alterations CAN make a difference,we don't all age well. I propose no marriage should outlast a decade. Sorry if this is not the romantic riposte you sought.
I'll tell you a secret. I still have an #imaginary friend. She's now telling me what to make for dinner & how to bring up my kids. I need to cut loose. The other night she got into bed with me & my partner & "got involved". I'm looking for the right weapon. Maybe the hoover?
is our sailboat slicing through the turquoise Mediterranean Sea
Like little Russian dolls I keep leaving #miniatures of myself everywhere. I get phone calls from friends telling me I must come pick myself up. I even got a phone call from the police's Lost & Found,(don't know how they found me). At the weekend I'll chase myself up.
She was an #online baby. Daddy videoed her birth and posted it on Facebook. Her mum charted her youth on Instagram, as a teen she filmed herself for TikTok. When she graduated she wrote marketing blogs. Everybody knew her, except herself.