“Shock me…” he says, “make me feel better! Or, worse. Or, whatever. Just shock me… ” His eyes are huge. His puffy lips chapped. His left hand trembles around a rock that calls my name.
We have no power in the boondocks. And feisty eels are out of season during the Witching Hour. “I vowed to make you happy, love,” I tell him, slapping him once and kissing him thrice.
summer smacks winter—
Process Note: I can rarely resist Mama Zen’s poetry prompts. And when I read the spunkitude of her last prompt, I knew I was a goner. I mean, how can you say no to “Shock me… make me feel better! Or, worse. Or, whatever. Just shock me… in 77 words” or fewer? I know, I know, you just can’t. So I snatched her words and had my way with them… hoping to shock her a bit. 😉
“Eye Elements, Lightning” by Rick Sandoval