Ghosts of Grain Manor (Flash Fiction — One Stop Poetry Challenge)
*The following Flash Fiction is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. This amazing prompt was shot by photographer Sean McCormick. He is featured today on One Shoot Photography Sunday.
Gen Y Abe contemplates raining stars. Fargone, lost beneath a firmament of midnight purple—reminding him of indelible contusions….
Awaiting his father passing out, Abe addresses nobody, decrying boondock loneliness.
“OMG, are you hearing me?”
Feelings penned like squawking hens expecting predawn feed 86 years after Old Man Preston hung himself from the warped grainery rafters.
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Care for a reading?
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*The above flash 55 was just written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge.
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February 6, 2011 at 12:24 am
Really like the story you crafted for this prompt…well done my friend.
February 6, 2011 at 12:27 am
Such intrigue, so much history… nice.
February 6, 2011 at 2:03 am
Seems to me a bit of the black tongue in cheek with a gothic touch here–really like it, adam.
excellent image ->”…Feelings penned like squawking hens expecting predawn feed..”
February 6, 2011 at 2:04 am
Brief but richly textured and what a story in so few words! Great shoot! Thanks, Adam.
February 6, 2011 at 2:31 am
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February 6, 2011 at 2:47 am
What a creative and inspiring response to the picture. You have crammed a world of narrative into a few short lines. Masterfully done.
February 6, 2011 at 5:33 am
Oh no! How harrowing on the hens! Loved the succinct take Adam. Will have a go later
February 6, 2011 at 6:29 am
Good to hear you read this, very nice dutus
February 6, 2011 at 7:47 am
haunting and creative like the photo – excellently done adam – i like!!
February 6, 2011 at 7:56 am
dude…the pic is psychodelic…and you just took it to a new level…i used to write songs on gravestone in the graveyard nearby so i can resonate…
February 6, 2011 at 8:55 am
Great work. I can almost see them gathered , years after the event. You crafted the story after a story. Left us to imagine the continuation of the evening, lending us the creativity that you infuse and muster. I caught myself making coffee and smoking a pipe 20 mins after reading (and hearing) your work, and I was still imagining a story. You got me going! Great work Adam.
February 6, 2011 at 8:58 am
Oo, snap! Got me on this one! I’m with hedgewitch on the tongue-in-cheek quality this has. The opening is lovely: “firmament of midnight purple.” And “feelings penned like squawking hens” is fantastic!
February 6, 2011 at 9:07 am
Loved the angle…poor guy couldn’t wait any longer. Feelings, like squaking hens…never thought of it that way before.
February 6, 2011 at 9:59 am
An amazing tale in so few words Adam!
February 6, 2011 at 10:01 am
It’s a tale of desolation, overlaid with ghosts – fathers, suicides. It fits the photograph tightly and well. Nice one, Adam.
February 6, 2011 at 10:09 am
Oh, I like this! I love the “boondeck loneliness” and the “Feelings penned like squawking hens”!
I have to say, though, that i never thought I would see an Adam Dustus poem which included an oh-em-gee, lol.
February 6, 2011 at 11:54 am
Wow. Good imagery.
February 6, 2011 at 12:54 pm
Adam, this is wonderful. Fantastic delivery, yet leaving room for my own imagination to provide even more of the story. Again, your use of language is something not easily mastered, and your vocabulary is one to be envied. Thanks for the write, may be it has inspired me to attempt the prompt!
February 6, 2011 at 12:55 pm
Nice..Quite a different take on the prompt this time
February 6, 2011 at 12:56 pm
Such a story you weaved in such a short span. Haunting. Amazingly written!
Here’s mine:
http://wp.me/pZXMF-rL
February 6, 2011 at 1:07 pm
haunted
February 6, 2011 at 1:41 pm
You did it tight and eerie. This picture took us all to really dark places. Great work, my dear. Gay
February 6, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Very, very cool!
February 6, 2011 at 3:12 pm
What a fabulous story in 55 words! Wow. And it rings so ‘true’.
February 6, 2011 at 3:15 pm
Sorry to hear about the hanging. Now go feed those hens.
February 6, 2011 at 7:32 pm
NIice Dustus…”lost beneath a firmament of midnight purple-” beautiful image fitting the painting…..bkm
February 6, 2011 at 9:43 pm
Wheeww… that was vivid !!
“indelible contusions” — loved the way you described those etched scars that seem to last forever…
A superb response to this beautiful picture, Adam… kudos!
February 6, 2011 at 10:35 pm
Brilliant! Loved the reading, too.
February 7, 2011 at 12:59 am
an amazing story in a few lines …. Kudos!
February 7, 2011 at 1:12 pm
…are you sure you didn’t lift this from a country song? Just kidding. But it COULD be one!
February 7, 2011 at 3:52 pm
“Abe addresses nobody”
I liked the starkness of that, and the matter-of-factness.
February 7, 2011 at 8:59 pm
this was a great story…leaving much for the reader to interpret 🙂 “Feelings penned like squawking hens expecting predawn feed”…love how that line rolls off the tongue