To Ruins ( #FlashFiction)
Mesmerized by doe-lit eyes glistening tears, he holds her squirming, French-manicured hand. Heineken bottles sweat rings upon pick-up. Free fingers weaved together uncomfortably. Choking annihilating sadness, he tells her he would rather be the one when she says,
“Inoperable… can’t fix me through plastic surgery.”
Eying dance floor ash, he recalls their vacation to ruins.
March 3, 2011 at 8:12 pm
Adam – good to see you 55ing
very nice – hmm the coliseum has seen better days to be sure
Happy Friday my friend
March 3, 2011 at 8:17 pm
Sometimes perfection is in the mistakes.
March 3, 2011 at 8:37 pm
mmm…the imperfections are what make us beautiful…though it sounds as if the ruins have come to stay in this guys life…
March 3, 2011 at 8:58 pm
Great 55! I’m not sure cosmetic surgery has ever been known to cure anything. Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/03/03/a-watched-feeling/
March 3, 2011 at 8:59 pm
Mesmerizing indeed!
Your reading lends so much to this Micro-Perfection
Thanks for joining in the Friday Funfest.
Thanks for your support as well…You Da Man!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
March 3, 2011 at 9:36 pm
Kind of makes you wish the machine were better oiled.
March 3, 2011 at 10:20 pm
You hooked us!
Aloha from Waikiki
Comfort Spiral
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March 3, 2011 at 10:55 pm
hen Life gives you lemons, get a new Life…this hurt a little, I fought for happiness once
Peace, hp
thanks for stopping by Adam
March 4, 2011 at 1:22 am
“…he recalls their vacation to ruins…”
Ak, play with words, why don’t you! Inoperable…can’t fix me through plastic surgery.
You cantilever through image like an athlete warming up.
March 4, 2011 at 6:23 am
Aw! This one stings, kinda like the slap in the face I’m sure this poor guy felt. Really well done 55! Context, characters, conflict–everything was in sync. And it evokes real empathy, or at least for me and my poor lil heart.
March 4, 2011 at 4:07 pm
I am a fan of your work.
March 4, 2011 at 7:19 am
Great 55!
ouch.
March 4, 2011 at 8:04 am
This was really good, and imagine how cool it would have been to see something in that arena in its prime, as I figure this guy would like to go back to as well.
March 4, 2011 at 9:16 am
Well! The collieum can tell all types of stories- even long before the ruins…
Great one!
March 4, 2011 at 12:06 pm
Inoperable always leaves a sadness when I hear or read the word.
Well, at least there was Heineken! 🙂
Another beautiful poem, Adam Dustus — you One Stop Poetry Shorty Finalist, you!!
xp
March 4, 2011 at 4:08 pm
Hey Jannie. thanks. The OSP FAMILY is the finalist. We couldn’t have done that without our collective following pulling together all friends and peers in the blogosphere. Thank you for your support. You are truly a class act 🙂
March 4, 2011 at 1:20 pm
Amazing. Especially poignant for me, having been to the Coliseum three times in the last five years…I cannot go to Rome without seeing it. Celebrated my 64th and 64th birthdays there and the hotel I stay at is within walking distance. I’m beginning to feel as much a ruin as that place! It was wonderful hearing you read it!
March 4, 2011 at 1:21 pm
Mine is at:
http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/03/skywatch-friday-season-4-episode-34.html
March 4, 2011 at 1:57 pm
Worst vacation ever. Heavy 55, Adam!
March 4, 2011 at 2:24 pm
sad case, very eloquently put…
powerful 55.
Happy Weekend.
March 4, 2011 at 5:32 pm
Good stuff. Like the poem set against the image of ruin.
March 4, 2011 at 6:35 pm
Wheew..What a sad vacation that must’ve been… seeing “her” that way.. in pieces.. (sigh)
I like the use of “plastic surgery” here… makes for an excellent metaphor!!
A tight 55er, Adam…
March 4, 2011 at 6:36 pm
there’s an ache that lingers as long as the ruins.
March 5, 2011 at 7:52 am
The picture threw me off … and then I got it…I’m so slow geez. Nice one, It’s really for the best that he tells her and then stays put.
March 5, 2011 at 10:33 am
Worth a great deal of study for it’s technical aspects and embedded metaphors. How truly you describe yourself as a poet!
March 5, 2011 at 11:31 am
Sad that anyone has to feel they need fixing. Wouldn’t it be a whole lot better if we were a tiny bit more accepting of our own flaws?
Great 55!
Incidentally, I got married in Rome so anything that reminds me of it makes me happy…
March 5, 2011 at 11:52 am
When in Rome…. get married! Now that’s quite the locale for a ceremony. Awesome.
Yes, it would certainly be a whole lot better if we were more accepting of our flaws. On a personal level, perfectionism seldom leads to happiness.
Cheers, Belinda 🙂
March 5, 2011 at 2:21 pm
Must agree sometimes perfection is in the mistakes…loved the images it brought to mind as I read and listened to your reading.
March 8, 2011 at 10:04 pm
I have always liked your flash 55, Adam. This does not disappoint. I have very little patience for people who are only skin deep, so it is great! that you only gave him a 55 word effort. 🙂
March 8, 2011 at 10:24 pm
Really like the way you said that about such people, Leslie. Cheers