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The Walkway


The harps are intended to calm grieving relatives as they cross the walkway from the hospital, to take a final look at their recently deceased loved one, lying  peacefully in the chapel of rest.

You can generally identify the religious leanings of everybody who takes that walk. The atheists are scathing, while Christians are reassured by the sight of the gold-sprayed plywood cutouts.

Devil worshippers bear their teeth and growl. Some turn back. The brave ones try to pass, but are burnt to a cinder as soon as they walk between the harps.

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©Jane Paterson Basil

The pawn


Thanks to Sonya for this week’s inspiring TLT image.

In their air-conditioned room in the heavens, they play, unseen by human eyes.

The massive, chequered table seethes with multicoloured pawns. Mars reaches out and picks one up. It looks like you. He juggles it, then loses interest and lightly tosses it to Venus, who glances at the pinched, tired face, and flings it in the air. Bacchus catches it, grins, puts a bottle of white cider into its hand, drops it and watches it plummet down, down, into an odiferous skip behind a takeaway in Glasgow. He and Mars laugh, delighted at the fun. Minerva frowns; she wishes they would take the game seriously.

You wake up, confused. You climb out. Sweet chilli sauce and relish have glued scraps of bread and burger to your clothes, your hair, your face. You forgot the cider, so you climb back in. The bottle is only half empty.

©Jane Paterson Basil

Instinct for survival

three line tales micro fiction and micro poetry writing challenge

Photo Credit Sonya

She had told herself that this would be her last day; that her life would end with the setting of the sun.

She felt the water carrying her towards a violent place which would overcome her ability to survive. It was what she had planned.

Her terrified heart beat painfully, and her lungs screamed for survival. She turned back, towards the shore. Maybe she’d find the courage tomorrow.

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©Jane Paterson Basil