Umbrage

Posted in forty four words, Trifecta by chamblee54 on February 22, 2013

The kitchen pricked him,
discovering mother’s need to devour her life
with comforting quiescence.
A sense of umbrage,
a hanging pink impatiens plant,
and spray remnants of corporeality
were wrapped around the rifle.

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Draug419 said, on February 22, 2013 at 9:35 pm

This is sort of surreal in a good way (:

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Toddy Out West said, on February 22, 2013 at 10:54 pm

Loverly !

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Trifecta said, on February 23, 2013 at 6:59 am

Oh wow. That’s a really haunting way to twist it. Nicely done. I love the pictures, too.

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Lumdog said, on February 23, 2013 at 9:18 am

I liked the use of “umbrage”. I tried to use it but my story took me in a different direction.

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barbara said, on February 23, 2013 at 12:28 pm

I love how you twisted corporeality into this!!! Oh, indeed – well done!

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