A lone firefly makes a slow blinking tour of the yard and disappears. Through the trees the broken streetlight flashes on and off, like a lighthouse guiding the cars to safety.
A multicolor neon Jeep passes, music throbbing. Under the street, water runs like a creek. A firefly blinks. Stops. Blinks. Disappears. The grass shivers. Summer night.
The day was warm for May, not hot, but the windows and doors were open letting in the pollen filled air. A car slowed and stopped in front of my house. Thinking they were more workers going to the permanently being renovated house across the street, I continued to watch. It's one of our main sources of entertainment, that house. I was surprised to see a young woman jump laughing out of the car, run back, stoop and pick up a large watermelon from the grass next to my mailbox. Holding it close, she jumped into the back seat and whoosh, woman, watermelon and driver gone.
Golden leaf blowing in the wind, flickers like a candle in the forest.
Long legged girl striding down the street. Slow jogging men going up the hill. Dry brown magnolia leaf wafting past.
This is the first prompt I tried to do and I can’t say I’m happy with it. Too much time and not even a poem. Maybe if I do one by hand… Not today though.
In the morning when the sky is light, I get up and make myself a cup of tea. After filling the kettle with water, I turn on the fire and prepare the cup. Adding the PG Tips teabag to my favorite cup of the moment. That is until I drop it and it shatters. Perhaps a piece of banana bread on the side.
Jim is cooking dinner. Tofu stir fry. Vent going. Fans going. Last time the fire alarm went off. The firemen came before he could cancel it. No fire. Just smoke.
Last night the corner streetlight began to flash on and off. On and off. Light, dark. Light, dark. All through the night. A giant flashing emergency vehicle outside my yard.
The candle floats, doubled, over the bush. Dark green gum tree and magnolia forming a frame.
The dark sky lightens as the sound of rain comes through the open door. A squirrel hops through the wet green leaves, then disappears up a gum tree. Drops of rain bounce on blades of grass. Thunder rumbles.