The first of March almost got away from me! While January dragged on, February seems to have vanished from beneath my feet before I could really get a grip on the month. We had a slight increase in the number of participants for February, so I’ve got some reading to catch up on.
January is finally behind us! For a month that seemed to last forever, I’m not sure I actually managed to get much done. Ah well, new month, new opportunity to crack on and get some writing under my belt. The theme of this month’s speculative fiction prompt is Poison!
It’s a new year, and in the spirit of 2022, the speculative fiction prompt is back! On the first of each month there will be a new image for writers to use to inspire work. We accept all styles of writing, be that a poem, a short story, of a chapter for a novel. This prompt was originally the brainchild of D Wallace Peach over at Myths of the Mirror. Writing and Works took over 2019 and it went on hiatus at the start of the pandemic.
Pretending to linger I make a show of standing on the threshold one shoulder inside this room we’ve filled with moments, cheeks smooshed against windows limbs spilling, grasping from cupboards unclosed and floorboards lifting loose to show the bodies no longer hidden, buried beneath.
When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?
John Ball 1381
There are less of us these days, the ones with the time to weave history into cloth. Once upon, they called this women’s work. We stitched their names just the same, cut their threads to the lengths they needed to be, did not cry over the fraying ends they left behind, but moved on to the next row of coloured strands waiting, to be fixed in place. Our baskets always bursting with material for the making, some scraps we took to our graves though that tradition is gone as well, with no one to keep the patchwork growing so much is lost and moth eaten.
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