It was mid morning on a weekday.
I was working in my garden.
Doing battle, was more like it.
This unruly patch is the only green in this row of yards.
The grape is tangled with the honeysuckle.
Lina’s broom is on a surge for the sun while stiffling the lavendar.
When far away an interrupted cry.
It was the voice of a woman. I could hear the blows landing, and the rebuke with each blow. This, even after she had stopped crying out. A man’s voice, full of rage, blaming her for it all. She refused to give him the satisfaction of crying anymore.
He kept hitting her.
I couldn’t figure out which house this was coming from.
I felt helpless, pissed off and horrified all at once
Then there was a gurgly scream from him
Followed by silence.
For dVerse poets prosery #1, word limit 144 words max and include this line
“…when far away an interrupted cry..”
This prosey contains 140 words..I think.
Stop over and do some reading, or even participate here.
Ongoing repairs. The whole thing had the color of the top at one point. I am guessing this is some type of metal. It’s a church and they’re making progress
Apartment building entrance.
And a school built in 1924 and has 6 stories. I tried to figure out what it was originally but couldn’t. Or, maybe it was built as a school, even back then
For Norms Thursday Doors
Stop on by and see what’s going on at Norm’s and join in.
Only one this week. For Thursday Doors over at Norm’s. It was on E85th St in Manhattan. A church door. Happy Thursday everyone.
a cloud of blossoms
a gentle flurry – homage
to last hurrah